Invincible War All Marks Novels & Stories

Gale-force winds and torrential rain battered the flight deck, but inside the drop bay, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Three mechs stood at the edge of the open bay doors. Two were the new Mark VII "Vanguard" Twin Mechs, their sleek, aerodynamic chassis pulsing with a ghostly cyan nanolaminate glow. Behind them stood Jack in his heavily upgraded Mark VI Defender mech, looking like a walking fortress.

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.

"All I know is that I’m invincible in this world. Maybe I'll find a worthy opponent in the future, but don't worry. That person won't be from Sky Plane or the Island Nation. That's why all of you will forever carry the title 'weaklings'." Mark was not angered at all, but he was simply numb. After a long while, he muttered, "If you're invincible, you're already halfway uniting between Man and Nature… How's that even possible? Why would someone like this appear in Country H? We have worked so hard for so long and still haven't had someone at that level. Why?"

"Being both soft and strong is a combination few have mastered ." -Gentleman's Essentials 105, 106, 107- "You should slump her on her seat. I'm telling you she's going to shit bricks." A low growl sounded from War as he lost count of the freckles that speckled all over his mate's nose, cheek bones and lightly dusted her chin and around her plump lips. He was concentrated much too hard to loose count and a feeling of defeat and anger washed over him. Alpha Khan and Trent had talked among themselves in the front seat for the last forty minutes and left him in his peace. War took that time to familiarize himself with his mate's face. He thought she was gorgeous. He familiarized himself with her

War marks! Rumors had it that once one fully comprehended a certain type of power, one would be able to become the master of this sort of power. By using this power with Focus, one would be able to unleash a destructive power that was ten or even dozens of times greater than one's opponent's. This ancient mark was called the War Mark! The battle mark that Zephyr Khan had comprehended was the Battle Mark of the Wind! Once he comprehended the Mark of the War of Wind, his Focus would sense an unimaginable destructive power from the wind controller and controller.

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.

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.