Invincible Alternate Mark Grayson Novels & Stories

Alex suggested. Lucas leaped out of the pit, followed by Austin. The coast seemed clear now the cavalry had arrived. Alex helped Mason before clambering out himself. Grayson heaved me up into Alex's waiting arms. There was still a raging storm behind those gray eyes, but as he took one look at me, I saw a break in the clouds. His expression softened. "Are you in pain?" he conceded. I shook my head. "I'm okay. My leg doesn't even hurt anymore." I brushed my fingers over the torn fabric and noticed the wound had vanished.

GABRIEL LAURENT. VICTOR HALE. Not Laurent. Hale. Even in the Blackthorn records. I pulled Victor's file. Lucian stood beside me. Andrew on the other side. Inside— Photographs. Fingerprints. Reports. A birth certificate. I grabbed it. The name wasn't Victor Hale. It wasn't Laurent. It read: MATTHEW GRAYSON. Born 1958. Queens, New York. Mother: Patricia Grayson. Father: Unknown.

Inside the hideout, a guy is busy with the computer, one is busy creating scientific instruments and weapons and others are busy discussing. "How is everything going, Jason?" One of the guys asked the guy working on the computer. "I'm searching every area in Texas but everything seems pretty clear to me," Jason answered. Jason Grayson is twenty years old with blond short hair and grey eyes. He attends MSA but after school, he comes to the secret hideout to help out. He is a computer guru and can hack through anything. He had a twin brother Norman Grayson who looks exactly like him in height and everything, the only difference between the two is the sound of their voice. Norman Grayson sees g

He let out a weak groan, his lips parting to form a single word. “Evelyn…” Evelyn dropped to her knees beside him, tears streaming down her face. “Yes, Alpha. I’m here! I’m right here, Grayson.” She grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. Grayson’s gaze shifted, blurry but full of recognition. “Hunters…” he rasped. “We were… attacked.” “Yes,” Diana said, crouching next to Evelyn. “But you’re safe now, Grayson. Just rest.” “No…” Grayson muttered, attempting to sit up. His body, however, was too weak, and he fell back against the bed.

“Yeah excuse you. Ignoring the instructions of the host is rude. The invite clearly specified black and white attire. What is this?” “I don’t think that should be a problem.” The woman stepped forward with a serene smile. “I’m Brent Gray. Nice to meet you.” Melissa’s face drained of color, her eyes widening in utter shock, almost popping out of their sockets. “What? G…Gray as in..” “I’m the daughter of Mr Gray of Gray corporation. I’m representing my father here. He’s not in good health. What I did not know is that this is how you welcome your guests. I’m hig….”

"This is business. Pure business. Father's revenge. Nothing more. Do you understand?" "I am not bringing my feelings into anything!" Monica's voice rose. "We do everything exactly as planned. We get Grayson to come to us willingly. We deliver him to Father. Simple and clean." "As long as you are not planning on killing anyone unnecessary," Ivan said. His eyes were hard. Cold. "Father wants Grayson alive and unharmed. The children are leverage but they are also Cross blood. Father may want them intact as well. For his own purposes." Monica's smile was cruel. Twisted. "I am not going to kill Grayson. There is so much more I want to do to him, with him and death isn't part of it."

Then, his eyes fell lightly on Victor as he listened to Tabitha sweetly introduce him. "Victor, who is so important that you ignored me? The man I have here is the real VIP. He's Alterra's famous—" Evan's pupils suddenly constricted, while the whites of his eyes turned a blood-red. He quickly strode toward the other door, only to find that there was no one out in the corridor. "Mr. Gray, we spotted Mrs. Gray at the airport!" Lucas said from behind him.

“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.

“No!” The second I declare our challenge, Valak loses all control of himself. His large hand finds my throat, but Jaxson is faster. Before he can continue, Jaxson throws father through the glass doors behind us. Grayson pins him to the wall in a blink. “Valak – naughty boy. You said you had no heir; I hate liars, ” he growls, I didn’t miss his gaze flickering to mine. He tightens his hand around my father’s throat. He doesn’t fight Grayson. Fathers cold brown eyes peer straight through my own.

was out of surgery and out of his coma, but his mind was already plotting his return to power. "Vince," he rasped into his secure line. "The girl... she’s still relevant. She’s fighting. She contextually believes the Grand Prix will save her. I want the Blue Racing Team’s affiliate circle infiltrated. If she wins that race, she earns her freedom, and the Bishop Group will rise again. We cannot allow that." The Patriarch closed his eyes, a phantom pain in his shoulder reminding him of the sniper. "And Liam Jr.... I want the Firstborn Grayson secret brought to Martha’s attention. It’s time the shadows in the basement started speaking."