Invincible Alternate Mark Grayson Novels & Stories

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.

Gray asked me to bring him to a motel and not in the hospital. His arm was wrapped in my shoulder for support while we were walking to the front desk of the motel. I was holding him by the waist. He was wearing a black jacket to hide his injury. “My father will kill me if he learned about this,” he whispered. Gray's father is the governor of a nearby province. But Gray was his illegitimate child. Gray told me that his father was only forced to accept him as his son when it was proven through the DNA test that Gray was really his child.

"My apologies to our guests. Alpha Victor is unwell. Please continue to enjoy the banquet." As Elijah leads the old man away, the authority of the Mercer family collapses right in front of everyone. Grayson stands alone in the middle of the room, his status shattered, his grandfather’s favor completely gone. Grayson turns his head slowly, his blood-stained face twisted into a mask of pure, vicious fury. He steps toward me, his yellow wolf eyes narrowing into murderous slits. "Harper!" Grayson snarls, his voice dripping with venom. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?!"

Naturally, this had caused a deep rift between the lifelong friends, and for a while Grayson and Leo were at odds. But certain events had brought all the dark secrets to light and brought the three of them back together. Grayson had been abducted and held for a billion dollar ransom. His new bitch wife and her bastard father had no intentions in allowing Grayson to survive the ordeal. And it wasn’t the first Godwin who’d died because of their evil greed. Eight years earlier, young Adam had been killed thanks to their attempts to do the same to him.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

Just as Gavin runs towards him one more time and Jazmin charges after him, a very much familiar and awaited wolf charges against Jazmin knocking her to the ground. A bullet pierces through the skull of Gavin's head. The liquid silver mixed with the white ashes of the ancient tree is quickly dispersed into his body making him shriek in pain as he falls to his knees. His body quickly becoming a pile of ash as the liquid burns him from the inside. Jazmin quickly shifts back to human form and implores for mercy as Alexander backs away from her. He growls at her as she stands and tries to run. She quickly gets taken by Chester and Liam as they hold one hand each, taking her away.

I rolled behind a crate, lungs searing from smoke. Pinned. Then I heard it — a whistle, sharp and casual. And there he was. My ghost from Sicily strolled in through the firelight, coat swinging, pistol loose in his hand. He looked like he’d just walked into a poker game instead of a warzone. “You boys really know how to make an entrance,” he called, grinning through the smoke. The shotgun guards hesitated, eyes flicking to him. Wrong move. He raised his pistol and dropped two of them in clean headshots. The third panicked, swinging toward him — and I finished it with a knife to the throat.

Grayson looked at her, his eyes red with fire in them. Before Marly could move away, Grayson snapped his head forward, crashing into Marly’s head. He had managed to break the barrier, with her bearing the brunt of the force. She took a staggering step backwards but quickly righted herself. She tossed another barrier, entrapping him in a silver cage. With that effort, Carson was able to remove his arm that was around Grayson’s neck.

“Ashen… this is…” “New,” I said softly. “Completely new. Not from Solven. Not from Ateron. Not from the original eclipse.” He finally touched it. The bond roared— bright and overwhelming— not painful, not dangerous, just powerful enough to make my breath catch. “Ashen,” Grayson whispered, voice shaking, “this mark responds to me.” Because it had been made for him. “It should,” I said. “You’re the one I chose to protect.”

Devon froze, the words dying in his throat. Marcus slowly lifted his head, the pale, winter-locked light of the courtyard catching the devastation of his face. The dual color eyes Devon had trusted his entire life were gone. Marcus’s irises were twin, piercing discs of radiant, unblinking silver, with only a microscopic, desperate pinpoint of volatile Alpha gold fighting for space at the center of his pupils. As Marcus pulled his hand out of the mud, the wet fabric of his sleeve fell back, revealing the thick, iridescent web of raised silver scars pulsing down to his fingertips. The three senior warriors instantly stepped back half a pace, their boots crunching loudly in the gravel, their ey