Invincible War All Marks Novels & Stories

Eleonna was escorted to go outside. After she opened the box, the men in grey uniforms just appeared out of nowhere. She was bought to another room separated from where the stage where. She looked around the place and saw a big screen attached on the wall, it had a different footage in every corner of the place inside the game. The girl walked towards it and stared at the highlighted footage. There she saw Audella, Shaun, Celeste, and Fumiya fighting alongside. From the looks of it, her team mates were winning.

“Alis-“ i aimed a glare at mark and nodded towards the extra pair of gloves beside me. He nodded and took it, wearing the gloves, and began helping too. With his help I managed to stop the bleeding on all the men, while Simon attended to the most injured one, a warrior whose name I heard in passing to be Caleb. The tensions were high and I could only finally breathe a sigh of relief after I was done with stitching them up. I chanced a glance at Caleb. He was resting, his chest heaving up and down as Simon finished stitching the worst gash on his stomach. The painkillers Simon gave the warrior must have worked wonders because he barely winced or moved, and only gave small grunts. “Simon,” Ben

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.

"What do you mean?" Kade sneered, his eyes playful. "A temporary mate. Nothing more. If you're tired of playing the part, you're free to leave anytime." My whole body went stiff. Even though I was prepared for it, my heart still seized with pain. So to him, we didn't even have a normal mate bond. In his eyes, I was just a temporarily marked Beta. "Little Beta." Kade bent down to my level, a cruel smile on his lips. "I told you back then that you could push me away. Weren't you the one who willingly marked with me in secret?"

Another memory claws up from where I tried to bury it. My wedding night. The room was dark, shadows everywhere. Agora took his time, stripping me down like I was something to carve, not love. His hands, his mouth, all cold. No warmth. No kindness. Then his teeth. He marked me fast. His canines were tearing in while he whispered against my skin, blood running hot. “Now you’ll never escape me.” My wolf shrieked, fighting, but his mark slammed the door on her, quieted her down to nothing.

We broke apart instantly. I ran with Mia back to the gate. What we saw on the other side stopped every heartbeat in my chest. It wasn’t just a scout. It was an entire hunting party. Half-dead. Covered in blood. And tied to a post behind them— Was Marcus. Barely conscious. Carved into his chest was the symbol of the hidden clan Varin had spoken of. And burned into the post above him: "One blood must fall.”

he said. “What? Why?” I whined. “We have five days for the bond to break. I want it broken sooner.” “I don’t know, Liana,” he said. “She is too busy and will come after three days. But—” He paused. “What’s it, Kaden?” “Alpha Darius, Rowan and Victor have declared war on us. As we speak, their combined warriors are heading our way!”

Two guards stood outside, their faces carefully blank as they pulled the doors open for us. Inside, the room fell silent as we entered. Eight people sat around the large oak table that had been in the pack house for generations. Alpha Gregory at the head, with four pack elders, the oldest and most respected wolves, flanking him on either side. My father Thomas sat to Gregory's right, looking uncomfortable. Linda and Damian sat at the far end, both glaring openly at us. I noticed how Cross rolled up his sleeve slightly, revealing a dark mark on his inner wrist, a crescent moon with a star at its center, the mark that all firstborn heirs carried. The symbol of his birthright, clear for everyon

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

someone shouts. I don't think. I just move. Racing to the fallen warrior, I place my scarred side against his poisoned arm. The silver marks on my skin glow, and I feel the poison being drawn into me. It burns, but not like before. My marks absorb it, neutralize it. The warrior gasps, his arm returning to normal. "How...?" I help him up, then pick up the envelope. It doesn't affect me at all. "Your marks," the eldest council member breathes. "They made you immune."