Invincible Alternate Mark Grayson Novels & Stories

“They’re ahead of us. Anything we release now will look defensive.” Marcus ran a hand through his hair. “So what? We just watch them destroy him?” “No,” Grayson said sharply. Everyone looked at him. His expression had changed again. That controlled focus returned, the version of him that didn’t panic, didn’t drift. “We don’t chase their story,” he continued. “We overwrite it.” I looked at him. “How?” Grayson met my eyes. “By showing the part they can’t control.” Then Marcus understood first. “You’re talking about Carter.”

--- Thirteen Years Ago The scent of blood and ozone had been inescapable that night. Malcolm had found her—Genesis Walker—trembling in the shadows of her father’s laboratory. Her father, a genius scientist whose only crime was discovery, had been torn apart by Victor Hynes, the brutal henchman of Jacob Cross. Malcolm had arrived too late to save the man, but he would not lose the daughter. He had driven her to the international terminal under the cover of a blackout he’d engineered in the Council’s security grid.

"A substitution?" Devon ran to Mr Grundy, requesting. "Yes, I know!" He responded, sighed and dropped his temple to his fingers while trying to figure out who'd best replace Jack's position as the big man. "McCleron!" Devon cracked Mr Grundy's already panting mind. "Uh?" "Trust me Sir, McCleron can do it." He wasn't sure if he could, but he would have to trust his guts or call it quits now before it becomes too late tom

“Sir, the Mark angle is working. Look!” The central screen shifted. Headlines updated in real time: “New Allegations Emerge: Mark Grayson’s History of Abuse Surfaces.” “Leaked Recordings Show Grayson hitting his wife until she passed out.” Good. Good. Push harder. “Don’t stop until Mark’s name is rotting in the gutter,” I growled. The kid nodded like his life depended on it. I shut my eyes, locking my hands behind my back, forcing myself still. The storm was shifting, the tide rolling in my favor.

Hunter struggles to run as his leg still hasn't fully recovered after the last incident. "They're targetting the big heads," Grayson mutters, installing the silencer in his gun. He looks at Eden and presses his lips, "You take one?" "Okay," Eden waits for Grayson's signal before he runs to the dark alley. They jump on the black-suited men, straddling them on the ground. Harvey takes charge of Hunter, and he helps him stand up and walk him out of the street. Grayson groans when the man suddenly stabs his thigh with a knife. But he doesn't let go of him despite the pain. He pins both his hands above his head and punches his face, breaking his nose.

"Your brother wants to too, but Gray wants to finish college." “Oh my, more than four years, then?” Marris rubbed her troubled forehead. Leon Redfield standing next to him just shook his head with a wry smile. No matter how much he convinces Gray Danvers, it's all water. Once she was determined, there was nothing to shake. Currently, Gray Danvers is lying in the rest room to "recover from illness", temporarily unable to move because of "leg paralysis" and also because the bite of a mosquito named S is too large all over her body.

Grayson imitated Ash’s voice immediately and cried out wretchedly, “Mrs. Harts, this is Ash. Please save me. Sir Ares wants to disfigure me and blacklist me. Please make a plea of leniency for me. You know I have family members to take care of. My life will be over if I’m disfigured.” Angeline roared furiously, “What? He wants to disfigure you? And blacklist you?” Grayson responded, “Yes, please save me, Mrs. Harts…” Grayson hung up. Jay pulled out his phone and placed it on the table, awaiting Angeline’s call. However, Angeline did not call him. Instead, she called Grayson. Grayson handed the phone to Jay, and Jay’s complexion was as dark as the bottom of a pan. “Answer it,” he ordered Gray

Sierra growled in my mind and I shrugged as I kept my eyes on Grayson. The odd whistling was leading us straight into Godfrey Cooper's pack lands that Hunter Jackson had taken over and the direction hadn't escaped the Alpha's concern. "Be truthful Devin, is Hunter holding your brother captive?" Grayson asked him with a growl. Devin looked shaken as he shrugged nervously. Incoherent words came out of his mouth next as we continued into the thick trees. Grayson lifted his eyes and began unbuttoning his shirt. He turned to me and growled roughly, "shift." I rushed behind some thick vegetation and started tearing my clothes off and was suddenly ambushed by several red-eyed men. I turned to see G

"I won't fail her now." Grayson was struggling to stay on his feet, one hand pressed against his bleeding shoulder. "Lucas, get her out of here!" "I'm not leaving you like this," Lucas protested, but he was already pulling me toward the exit. "Go!" Grayson shouted. "I'll handle Victoria!" Despite his injuries, Grayson lunged forward and grabbed Victoria from behind, wrapping his good arm around her waist. "Let me go!" she shrieked, thrashing wildly. "Victoria, listen to me," Grayson said urgently. "This isn't going to bring you peace. Revenge never does."

He would know that the Blackwoods weren’t just strong — they were untouchable, united, and protected by a force he couldn’t comprehend. ⸻ Damon POV I returned to Gracelyn after the scouts fled, wrapping my arms around her and the baby. The golden thread hummed gently, alive, responding to our heartbeat, our presence. “They tested us,” I murmured, voice rough. “And they learned a lesson.” She leaned into me, eyes soft but fierce. “We’ll have to prepare for the next one,” she said. “Viktor won’t stop. He’ll escalate.” “I don’t care what he does,” I said, pressing my lips to her temple. “No one touches this family. Not the scouts, not Viktor, no one. We’re ready. All of us.”