Emperor Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

Ding Hao's pupils contracted. It was a battleship of the God's Palace Army. The black battleship was very aggressive like a shark swimming in the ocean. It quickly flew across the sky. When it got closer, one could see a black flag fluttering on the bow of the ship. The flag snapped in the void like an eagle. "It's the flag of the Moke Fleet from the God's Palace. This is the Moke Fleet!" "Oh heavens, it's actually the best guard camp of the God Emperor... Could it be that the God Emperor has personally come to battle?"

It was really annoying because he could see her gentle smile each time he closed his eyes. Ace wished he couldn't mark her. He cursed himself a million times for being carried away by emotions. Ace got carried away by the love that he had for his mate because he had been longing to see her for years. That's why he decided to mark her. Ace wanted the fucking world to know that he was his, exclusively his. The destined mate that he had been looking for. The door clicked open and Alexander walked inside Ace's room. Alexander was the only person who could stand Ace when he was in that condition.

The commander who will lead the elite knights of the Elven kingdom to the battlefield of the Bliaviroth empire. When I was already one of the maids asked for my identity. " I'm Martina Steele Ragnar, the emperor of the Bliaviroth empire and the daughter of first princess of the Elven kingdom." " Oh my. We apologise for rudeness your royal highness," the maids fell down on their knees. " It's alright. You don't need to be sorry. I was in such a hurry that I came as an intruder in the Elven kingdom. Next time I'll come with a grand entrance," I said and carried my swords in scabbards.

Cocking her brow Sophia turned and felt a slight pinch. "Tada, this was embedded in your spine," Atlas mumbled sourly, holding up what looked like an acupuncture needle. "That was in me!" Sophia gasped. She watched Atlas crush the object into dust. "You are safe for now, miss transporter," Atlas teased. Rolling her eyes skyward, Sophia told him she didn't feel anyone insert it. "Why is a needle called a demon mark?" She asked curiously. "It is a demon mark for death and you were tagged like an animal to be taken to slaughter. Not all marks are made by the teeth," he mumbled with a shudder.

With a satisfied growl I lifted her from the floor and carried her towards our bed. With our clothes out of the way my gaze lingered on her bare neck and leaned in sinking my fangs into her neck marking her as my mate. Axel had to mark Ember as his mate and the mating ceremony would be complete. She gasped at the pain but soon relaxed when I licked and nipped at her flesh and she closed her eyes savoring it. When I finished licking her blood from my mouth I straddled her hips, placing kisses all over her pale pink cheeks and forehead.

I will find you. The man who drove them left the room but kept the door within sight. He stood like someone guarding truth. Elara’s phone was still in the van. They had taken it when they asked for ID. They had been careful; she had thought she’d done everything right. Now she felt naked without the small light of a phone. Mara opened the folder and pushed a printout across the table. Numbers and banks and dates stared back in clean type. Her name was printed where a name belonged. She rocked a little on her chair. Her hands did not want to steady.

It was a gilded cage, a place where the 'assets' were kept polished and ready. A woman stood waiting for them. She was draped in a charcoal-gray dress that looked like it had been tailored by a person who hated the very concept of joy. Her hair was pulled back so tight it looked like it was trying to escape her scalp. This was Eleni Markos, the High Seneschal. To the rest of the world, she was the palace’s administrative brain; to the servants, she was the final boss. "He’s a mess," Eleni said, her eyes scanning Nikos with the clinical detachment of a butcher looking at a bruised side of beef. "Look at him. He’s straight-up dusty. You lot handled him like he’s common infantry."

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.