Invincible War All Marks Novels & Stories

— T*****d t*****d Tap read Tap Read T*****D T*****d A****n A****n kindle Although werewolves are still unknown in modern society, we are one of the most powerful species, we rarely get sick, and excellent resilience makes our physical stronger. Once the wolf in our hearts awakened, we can transform into giant wolves that can easily tear apart any human being. Not to mention the Alphas in the wolf pack, they are even stronger than all wolves. As the leader, Alpha will never leave the pack easily unless they died. I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment.

“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.”

“You whore! How could you screw another man until you take in his child?“ “I swear— I.“ I couldn't finish the statement because my vision was starting to get blurry and darkness was starting to creep in. Then he released his grip from my neck and I fell to the floor with a loud thud. I let out a gruttal cough, gasping for breath with spit drooling out of my mouth. My neck throbbed with so much pain that it feels like I was about to die. Yet, I couldn't. Then he toss the parchment paper at me. “Still denying it?“ I grabbed the paper, my eyes scanning it and at the bottom: NO MATCH. That was the result. Clear. Final.

The person who was supposed to be her father-in-law and grandpa to the pups that she would bear if she ever would have mated to Ace Ales tilted her head to the left to check if the evidence of having a mate was still there. To her disappointment, the mark was still visible. It had healed and turned into a scar which the doctor said that it would never disappear no matter how hard she tried to erase the evidence. Of course she had gone to the doctor and asked him to give her the medicine that would help to heal and get rid of the scar completely because she had tried her grandma's herbs to no avail. "I hate you,"Alessandra mumbled under her breath and tried to cover the mark using the collar

"Miss me?" Behind him, more figures. Twenty. Thirty. More. All armed. All moving forward. Iron Serpents patches. Desert Reapers colors. Even some Bratva soldiers. An army. "Iron Serpents!" Marco shouted. "Move in!" Gunfire erupted. Marco's forces vs Victoria's guards. Bullets everywhere. Axel grabbed me. Pulled me down. Using the fallen guard as cover. "Stay low!" The loading dock became a war zone. Guards falling.

Someone marked. Alina had him brought to the hall under heavy guard. He looked young. Maybe nineteen. The Collective’s symbols covered his exposed skin. “I come with a message from the Marked Collective,” he said. His voice was steady. Calm. “A proposal for peace.” “We’re not interested in peace with kidnappers,” Alina replied. “Then you’re interested in war? Because that’s the alternative. We have over five hundred marked now. All trained. All loyal. All willing to fight for what we believe in.”

"This isn't your fault. We've always been too soft on Zoey, and she's taken advantage of it. We never imagined she'd have the nerve to sever the mate bond on her own." My parents and in-laws kept talking, but Marcus fell silent. Marcus's mother had never liked me to begin with. For an Alpha, being unilaterally abandoned by his mate was a huge humiliation. What I had done was a slap in the face to the entire pack. They all knew Marcus had only chosen me because I resembled Clara. Now that Clara was back, they couldn't wait for me to step aside and let her take on the position as Luna. She glanced at Marcus, then pulled Noelle aside.

Devon froze, the words dying in his throat. Marcus slowly lifted his head, the pale, winter-locked light of the courtyard catching the devastation of his face. The dual color eyes Devon had trusted his entire life were gone. Marcus’s irises were twin, piercing discs of radiant, unblinking silver, with only a microscopic, desperate pinpoint of volatile Alpha gold fighting for space at the center of his pupils. As Marcus pulled his hand out of the mud, the wet fabric of his sleeve fell back, revealing the thick, iridescent web of raised silver scars pulsing down to his fingertips. The three senior warriors instantly stepped back half a pace, their boots crunching loudly in the gravel, their ey

"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

Involuntarily, I smacked Warren across the head, which earned me a death glare from him. “What the fuck, Dame?” He growled. He was Beta of the pack, but I was still Alpha. I still had control. “Don’t look at her like that again.” I said between my teeth clenched. My hands were shaking under the desk. Suddenly, I felt my pack’s eyes on me. Warren looked at me like he was trying to figure out something. “What War?” I asked, trying to calm down. “Is she your mate?” Warren asked, but quietly so the humans couldn’t hear it.