Invincible Alternate Mark Grayson Novels & Stories

But where the fuck was Grayson? Amber got her answer soon enough in what appeared to have once been an office. The one called Morte, or so Amber guessed, was sitting in an office chair eating pizza and watching a movie on a laptop. Amber soon learned why he was called Morte, because he looked like he should have been dead. Half his fucking jaw was grossly disfigured, missing, like it’d been blown off by a shot gun blast or something. He had another bullet wound scar in his neck and a third one above his left eye. When he had his curtain of black shoulder length curls hanging down over his jaw, he almost appeared normal. He was around her father’s age give or take.

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.

How could this guy be able to affect him when he was only a Hero and he was a Sotiras? He was confused then was in a rage. An evil thought flashed past his mind and he was already thinking about exploiting this guy who dared affecting him when he was clearly the superior one. This guy is not needed if this guy will not even recognize elders and respects his seniors! Yeah, his actions will be justified. President Knox thought and did not get away from the evil thought circulating inside his head dangerously. Gray retracted his ability with great reluctance and difficulty as he was still very angry and feeling furious but he was still happy inside his heart as he felt his gravity had once agai

Gatlin said making a big man shiver in fear like he really saw a devil out of hell but with an angelic face. “no one killed him” Alex said in his almost non-hearable voice but all the men had special training and they heard it clearly. “I was the one who help Mark destroy Daniel and Mark promised me he will give me new life, he would send me back to Javier my half brother for a better life and I agreed but later things changed, he started behaving like a possessed man and I realized that Mark was actually drug addicted that day he was going to meet me for the documents related my new life but, in a way, he got in an accident”

Ava turned and left, her heart pounding. Across the city, Grayson swirled the amber liquid in his glass, eyes narrowed on the flickering screen in front of him. Alaric stood beside him tall, silent, and lethal in a tailored coat. He had the kind of face that didn’t age, and eyes that had seen too much. “Marcus Hale,” Grayson said, pressing pause on the video. Alaric nodded once. “Still alive, then.” “Briefly,” Grayson murmured. “And she met him. Which means she’s looking.”

" Then we must find her. But know this, I am not letting Scarlett go back to Baridona or Noracia or even anywhere close to that place. I can't risk losing her again," Talon nodded; " Of course," I exhaled out. Thought whirling in my head. So it might be possible that Scarlett was more than just an elf? How interesting but complex at the same time. Just as Talon and I were about to go inside, Mark showed up. Bags stood beneath his eyes, his breathing was quite heavy and I suspected it was due to how tired he was. " I just got a call from Gray, he said that some vampires had attacked his hospital, demanding that they hand you over to them. Gray had escaped the plight. He said he managed to ret

“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.

he muttered, "My degree?" I asked now confused, "I always wondered why you never went to college. I am guessing he is the reason?" he asked, though he seemed like he already had his answer, "Yes, he is," I confirmed, "I don't need to ask who his father is, he is a replica of his father, now I understand his behavior that day," Grayson said with a small smile, he bent to Alex's level bringing his hand out for a handshake, "I am Grayson, your mum's friend" he introduced,

"Marcus will have a full security detail with me. I promise I'll be careful." Luna's throat tightened. "A lot is happening out there, Grayson. Victoria might be in jail, but Damien is still out there. And Grace said the real arsonist—the person who set the fire all those years ago—is still watching us." "Which is exactly why I can't show fear," Grayson said firmly. "If I hide, they win. If I let them control my life, my company, my future with you—they win." He pulled her close, resting his chin on top of her head. "I won't let them win, Luna. Not after everything we've survived."

These people didn’t care about who I was or what I did; they only cared about how I fit into Alex’s world. “Rare indeed,” the voice drawled “Though it’s not the dedication that’s in short supply, is it?” I froze. Slowly, I turned, my breath catching in my throat. Victor Grayson. The man who controlled more than half the city’s wealth. The leader of the G.H.C. The man who gave the go-ahead for my memories to be wiped. And the one person who didn’t play by Alex’s rules.