How Old Is Mark Grayson At The End Of Invincible Novels & Stories

After all, it was worthy of respect that a Rank 10 Gene Fighters and a Rank 7 Gene Fighters were protecting the people at such a small town. Hearing this, Rowan's pale face was instantly filled with joy. "Thank you, senior." After saying that, Rowan hurriedly brought Lucas into Western&Prosperous Town. Not long after, Lucas saw Rowan's father, Grayson! Right now, Grayson's entire body was stabbed with medical equipment. His face was pale to the extreme, and he was already on the verge of death. ... A doctor hurriedly said respectfully to Rowan, "Miss Rowan, you're here."

The loss of Grayson was a huge blow to his family. Samuel and Olivia were preparing to take the throne upon the death of their aunt Catherine. Catherine was ailing, and the news of Grayson’s death made her condition worse. Their aunt Rose passed away a year ago, never quite recovering from the death of her beloved sister. Catherine fell ill when Rose died and was now the last of their group of friends. She did not handle the news well. She made sure Grayson was given a funeral befitting his rank and managed to be his chief mourner before succumbing to her own illness a week later. The last of the generation of heroes had gone to her eternal rest at age 89.

If they feel it’s impossible, they probably have a damned good reason for thinking that. “25 years for me.” James announces bleakly. “And Grayson –” “10 years.” Grayson interrupts the other man, “and trust me, we’ve tried everything possible to escape during our combined decades here. If there was a way, we would have found it.” My mind is reeling with this information. I never imagined they would give me such devastating answers, and I suddenly understand every ounce of Grayson’s nihilism. “Why hasn’t he just killed you?” I ask bluntly, knowing that softening my words won’t do a damn bit of good with men as hardened as these. “I just watched him snap a woman’s neck like she was nothing, why

Bastian rolls his eyes, but doesn't look annoyed, "Hi, my name is Grayson. I think we met a while ago." "Yes, I remember you. My name is Midnight, I'm Lionel's daughter. Angie's niece," I introduce myself. His forehead fills with wrinkles as he makes a confused face and I allow myself to observe him more deeply. I couldn't appreciate him a while ago, but now I can see that despite his bruises, he is a relatively attractive boy, "What happened to your face?" Grayson doesn't answer my question, he just keeps looking at me as if he can't believe what I said.

After a moment, Jace raised both hands in surrender. "Alright." He turned toward the door. "I'm staying over tonight." He glanced back with a grin. "Good night, Uncle Gray." The study door closed behind him. Grayson remained still for several seconds, his gaze fixed on the closed door. Only when he was certain Jace was gone did he reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. He dialed a number from memory. The call connected almost immediately. "It's done," Grayson said quietly. A brief pause.

Mark spatted angrily without caring about the fact that he had just slapped a woman in the face. “What is the meaning of this commotion at my father's birthday party?" Everyone heard a voice from afar and just when they all turned their attention to the direction of the voice they saw Nicholas walking towards Eva and Mark along with Benjamin. “Oh my, it's Nicholas Grason! The heir of the Grason family." “I never thought that I'd be lucky to get a proper glimpse of the Nicholas Grason apart from seeing him on the television." "What is he doing here? No, I mean for a second I've forgotten that this is even the Grason patriarch birthday party and Evangeline Carter had just caused a problem. “

Grayson placed his hand over his chest and gasped. “That was so mean!” Grayson said, trying to remain serious, but failed when his lips curled up and he laughed. “You guys suck! You know you love me,” Grayson said as the pack house came into view. “You know we do! And look at that, it looks like we surprised them,” Coal said, leaning between the front seats and watching Mark's warriors flood out of the packhouse. It isn't long before Mark is spotted, standing in the middle of his warriors with a confused and concerned expression. His eyes dart in every direction as link after link floods in, informing him of the invasion.

Grayson pulls out the gun. “Please, leave Gracie, take everything but leave Gracie.” I laugh. He forgot about his own daughter. Lucky for him killing a woman really isn’t our style, so she will be safe. I watch as Grayson points the gun, hearing it fire and Rizzo fall to the floor. Well, there goes his kneecap. “Why would we Rizzo? Why wouldn’t we give her the same sweet treatment you just did to Raven?” Grayson’s words are growled as he pulls Rizzo up, the gun fires and Rizzo collapses screaming. There goes two kneecaps. He’s losing it.

Grayson ignored my question as if it meant nothing, turning towards the table where a crystal decanter gleamed in the soft light. He poured a glass of red wine, the liquid catching the glow like spilled rubies. With a smile that no longer felt warm, he extended the glass towards me. “Let’s drink and celebrate my recovery, Ashley.” He said smoothly. “You are the one I wished to spend this happy moment with.” I stared at the wine, then him, my worry escalating. Shaking my head, I refused curtly. “Celebrate?” My voice raised an octave. “My son is missing, Grayson! And Vincenzo has gone to face Cassidy alone. How could you even think about celebrating at a time like this? How can you be so insen

“Welcome back, Hale.” Adrian stiffened beside me. A figure stepped out tall, scarred, with cold, familiar eyes. “Grayson?” I breathed. He smirked. “Didn’t think I’d be so easy to get rid of, did you?” Grayson was one of my father’s old associates presumed dead after the last corporate war that almost took down the company. He looked very much alive. Adrian’s hand brushed mine, subtle but grounding. “What do you want?” I demanded.