Invincible War All Marks Novels & Stories

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.

Phil grinned slightly and nodded. "Did you heal her face scars?" He asked bluntly and Faelon nodded. "I'd fix her vision as well if the humans wouldn't treat her as a medical experiment," he answered. Phil tucked his wings away before buttoning up his shirt. "Have you seen how she looked without scars?" Phil asked curiously. Faelon shook his head not caring. He didn't judge a person by what their outer appearance showed. Phil continued, "she was gorgeous and so deeply in love with Vincent. I can't imagine anyone breaking through that. Especially since she carries his mark." Faelon exhaled deeply and told Phil he didn't care about her mark and would stand by his oath.

she said while flipping through his cards. He has a curved, arch-like, shaped like a wing, with a star inside a circle Mark on his collar bone. A Mark only Damneds or human immortals have. Even though he was dead for a moment and Azrael only saw him once in person, she remembers him to have such a big and bright smile.

Zayn remained silent. The Queen continued to speak, “The invincibilis state is already a breakthrough to nature’s limits upon humanity. There are billions of people in this world but only a few invincibilis fighters. On the other hand, a Level-3 invincibilis fighter is a godlike superhuman. Though they won’t be able to break the laws of physics or fly, the fighter is all-powerful and capable of many other feats. It may be the end of the path, but it is enough.”

As if to confirm my thoughts, the judge in the middle slowly shook his head, staring at Caleb with condescension. “You have made a grave mistake,” he said. “What you fail to see is that you are the one who began this war. Your departure is what has alerted them to our presence. “Furthermore, she is not the one you think she is.” Caleb looked confused. He said, “Then how do you explain–” Another council member spoke this time, “Many centuries ago there was a case like this. A vampire was immune to weaponry. People thought he was the Messiah then, too. He was not. He was merely a half-breed.”

It gathered into a hundred-meter-long spear of blood and slashed toward Adrian. Adrian quickly summoned a barrier to withstand the onslaught. Given his strength, this should have been an easy task. However, Mark's power exceeded his expectations, and it felt as though his barrier was on the verge of being shattered. 'He's strong, but his power shouldn't rival that of an average Battle Warrior. Is this the culmination of Falconia's technology? It certainly is impressive,' Adrian thought. He knew that Mark was no longer purely human. After all, the power he demonstrated showed how terrifying his abilities were.

Lucian POV "There's an invitation... from your father" I paused, my work suddenly interrupted by Armand. "Here." I stretched out my hand and he gave me the invitation— a ridiculously fancy thing with a bright seal. I could tell where the invitation was from without even opening it. The Vampires Association. I sighed, slitting open the envelope and unfolding the letter. With a flick of my wrist, I opened it. The words were formal, filled with unnecessary flair;

Alpha Vos growled the command and his third buckled under the order. "I wouldn't." Luca snarled back, not looking down the table in Kent's direction. "You all wouldn't be here if I'd even considered it. But I'm done with him and his pack and our alliance and that means war. If he isn't already coming for me, he will be soon and I knew that you were the one pack that would be willing to fight for my mate. Am I wrong?"

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.

"Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?" He turned his head and stared at Damont who felt a cold hand squeeze his heart. He trembled slightly and couldn't stare him down so he lowered his eyes. Frost made a 70 million bid and Damont again raised it to 80 million. He was determined to gift Vinca the vase she had desired to get. His small mind was overworking. Vinca had lost her memory so she didn't remember him. Moreover, the kidnapping incident involving him and what followed after was completely wiped off her memory.