Invincible War All Marks Novels & Stories

She was broken but still trying to act brave and I've never seen a person like her. "I Freya Allan reject you Lain navier edevane as my mate." Her words didn't falter and she was more stupid than I thought if she assumed that this would cause me any harm. A wicked smirk curved my lips when I saw her fighting the pain she brought upon herself by rejecting the mate bond. "I Alpha Lain navier edevane of the moon raiders pack, accept your rejection." The pain was something I've never felt before but I was going to come out of it stronger and a mere woman's rejection won't get in my way.

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.

Atlas came over to his side with a reaper card and waved it in front of his face. "I have a soul to pick up. It's not Sophia's but I do need to take off for a bit and Phil's going to tag along. Well, I will be transporting him so he doesn't get weak, " he snickered. Faelon nodded and watched the new mark that was on Sophia's shoulder disappear completely and grinned slightly seeing his bite mark still on her neck. He glanced down between her thighs and saw the mark Vincent put on her. "Why is Vincent's mark still on her?" He asked bluntly. Hoka lowered his hand and sighed.

I hold out my arm. She injects me. The drug hits my system like lightning. My heart races. The pain recedes, pushed back by chemical courage. I feel strong. Invincible. I know it's a lie. Know that I'm burning through the last of my life force. But I don't care. Marco appears with fifteen men, all armed to the teeth. Rifles, handguns, grenades. Ready for war. "Boss, vehicles are ready. We have three routes to the compound. I recommend..."

Some were reading carefully while others merely stared at the pages without turning them, as though hoping the information written there would somehow change if they waited long enough. I remained standing at the head of the chamber instead of taking my assigned seat because sitting suggested comfort, and there was nothing comfortable about what we were discussing. "Fuck!" Behind me, a detailed map of every known pack territory covered almost the entire stone wall, with dozens of colored markings showing confirmed sightings, destroyed patrol routes, missing warriors, and unexplained incidents that had occurred over the last several weeks. Individually, they appeared to be isolated attacks, b

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.”

“Riven… look.” Through the glass, beyond the city skyline, a fleet of sigil-marked drones rose into the sky. Each pulse, each flicker, carried intent—a signature the Crown recognized instantly. Bishop’s mark. And not alone. Vex’s mark. Riven’s chest tightened. The war had just begun. Luca grabbed his arm. “So… we do this again?” Riven looked at him, eyes hard, resolute. “Yes,” he said. “But this time… we win. And anyone—any thing—who thinks they can rewrite reality without paying the price… will learn that blood and light have their own rules.”

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.”

I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer. He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson." I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time. "Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem." I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?" "The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found." "What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"