Invincible War All Marks Novels & Stories

Then, a deadly stampede began. A rush of terror hit Kayla as she looked around, terrified by the stampede but clueless about what was happening. Kayla swung her head to the right and her eyes met them. The people who Irene had seen in her vision. There were thirty combatants, all dressed in black combat uniforms, and black gas masks. Their vermilion-red eyes were visible in the black gas masks they wore. They held guns and black, steely shields with VM as a symbol. Kayla knew who they were. They were V Empire warriors.

That is a declaration of war. *****************************************

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

"Nice work! We have caught one of the enemies and now we need to find out what he can tell us about his group. Did you all see his mark?" I asked to make sure that we are certain about him. "Yes, it is in his back Alpha." Beta Alex turned him around as fast and broke his shirt while he groans in pain to show the skin on his behind. The Mark on his back is big enough to confirm that he is a part of the large group that wants to conquer us. I walk towards him and made him face me the warriors and Beta Alex backed away for a safe distance. "Tell me your name!?"

The dynamic architecture of the war room within the central Citadel had already shifted, its petrified cedar table stripped of the green emerald tokens that had once represented the industrial power of the western foundries. In their place, Beta Vance had laid out a series of dark, translucent sapphire markers, sprawling along the jagged lines of the northern coastline like a gathering plague of blue locusts. The air inside the subterranean war room was cold, thick with the scent of fresh ink, melted whale fat, and the sharp, electric friction of two absolute sovereigns aligning their power before a global escalation.

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."

Branded. Take that, Mark

This time permanently. I got up and shoveled through the mud until I found dirty blonde hair. I sobbed as I pulled him from the dirt, I fell back with my mate on top of me. I pulled him with me away from the carnage. I closed his eyes and cradled his head in my arms as I looked across the battlefield. All of the humanoids were falling apart, some frozen where they stood, lifeless now that their source of power had died.

“Why are we here again, Kal? You know I have no desire to see their wretched faces or hear their vicious words.” “We’re not here about you, Evadne.” Kal’s tone sounded a bit like scolding. “We’re here to press them for more answers about Marc’s plans, whereabouts, and such.” “And such?” “I heard Marc has an inborn power. One that may prove useful for his side of the war.” “So you two are really at war?” A muscle in his jaw flickered. “It never ended. From the time I saved you from the fields of the Blackwind Pack, the war is still going on, though the battle at that time just ended overnight or so.”