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

So, I force myself to sit back in the seat and quietly contemplate the next chapter of my life. Roughly two hours later, we’re touching ground on a helipad in the backyard of the Donovan compound in the Hamptons. Aaron taps my arm and leans over to say, “Grayson’s been taken to a local hospital. He’s in intensive care, but it looks like he’s going to make it.” I audibly exhale but stifle a sob. “Thank you, Aaron. Thank you.”

Grayson muttered, "He was real." Not a denial. Not rage. Just destruction. All of a sudden, I was having trouble breathing. Before I could stop myself, I muttered, "He had your eyes." Grayson stumbled physically. Took a step back. As if I had hit him. "What was his age?" "Avoid doing this." "How old was he, Savannah?" "Six." He was broken by the word. I witnessed it. For a horrible moment, the icy Alpha mask broke apart. With a sharp turn, Grayson wiped his face with a hand.

"But you? You carry a grudge over something that happened long ago." "My father was a great man who gave his life for Estrea!" Marcus yelled. "Yes, he was a good man." Grayson took another step closer. "But let's be clear. He gave his service to Estrea, but not his life. He died of a heart attack. Natural causes." Grayson ran his fingers through his hair. "Marcus, I'd like for us to be a family. Please. Forget the past and come back to the castle with me. Work with me and my family. We could use a good man such as yourself."

A nurse hurriedly walked in. "Mr Grayson... the patient needs rest now if you don't mind" Old Grayson forced a smile at her, he returned his gaze back to his son, he leaned forward to mark. "You are trying to get rid of me .. huh? I will be back" He whispered and ruffled mark's hair. "Please take very good care of him, we have information that his life is in grave danger!" The nurse nodded as response and watched him leave, mark opened his eyes after he heard the door close.

Therefore, staying alive was his only mission from now on. Uh, these were clearly very sentimental words, but when Jenson said them, it sounded like he was being humorous instead. Grayson felt that the atmosphere had become lighter and brighter. He laughed and said, “I’ll stay alive and strive to live to a hundred years old.” Jenson rolled his eyes. “A hundred years old is nothing. Why don’t you try competing with the oldest man alive?” Grayson, “...” Storm could not help but laugh. Jenson looked at the unconscious Andy and said with a frown, “Daddy’s right. Women are made of water. Sis Andy usually prides herself on being invincible but has now collapsed in a critical moment.”

However, every time Grayson thought about how Belle had cried, curled up in his embrace, his heart clenched with pain. It seemed a hard feat to keep her happy and carefree any longer. Luckily, she still didn't know the details. If she did, she would probably go insane. She would probably attack their enemies without a second thought. She was only 20 years old, and 20 was a young age, even in modern times. Many people were still students at the age of 20. Before setting foot into society, they all remained carefree, bold youths. Grayson finished smoking his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray next to him before walking back into the bedroom.

Thirty. Gradually, slowly, the tremors began to ease. His breathing started to even out. His grip on her waist remained tight, but less desperate. Less like he thought she'd vanish if he let go. But he still held on. "I killed them." The words were so quiet Shayla almost didn't hear them. "What?" Her hand stilled in his hair. "Who did you kill? What are you talking about?" "On my birthday." Grayson's voice was hollow, empty. "My sixth birthday. After the party I didn't want, I told them I wanted to go out. I wanted to see the fish at the aquarium."

“You can still walk away from this.” Carlos slowly raised an eyebrow, as though he had just heard something absurd. “Walk away?” Then he let out another low laugh. One completely devoid of humor. “Walk away?” Finally, he turned around. His dark eyes met Marcos’s, and for a moment, he seemed like a different person entirely. “While all of them moved on with their lives… I had to survive the ruins of mine… so don’t talk to me about walking away.” Marcos looked away, unsure of what to say.

"I see what you're doing there. Don't even think for a second that you'll be able to escape me that easily." Yvette Macklemore, Yve, a total sweet heart. Your classic black rainbow lollipop, with a bit of sourness: sweet, and feisty - just his type o' gal –light caramel skin, black hair with pink highlights at the sides, 5feet6, who still argues that she's still the tallest of them both. She can be too fucking cheerful, it's nauseating. McCleron made certainty to avoid her in public, with enough fortification to tune her out long enough when they are together.

**Archer** (4:31 PM): if ur dad killed u im telling the police it was him **Archer** (5:03 PM): ok fr answer or I'm coming over Lennon stared at the messages for a long minute before his thumbs started moving. **Lennon** (9:47 PM): I'm alive. For now. **Archer** (9:47 PM): JESUS finally. what happened?? **Lennon** (9:48 PM): he’s making grayson tutor me. privately. twice a week. starting next week. **Archer** (9:48 PM): ……….. **Archer** (9:48 PM): wait. THE grayson?? obsidian grayson??