Invincible War All Marks 소설 & 이야기

Leo threw his shivering body against my chest, his stuffy nose wet against my skin. “Mommy… the bad wolf… he left a mark on you,” Leo sobbed. I clutched him with my one working arm, my heart thudding a final, erratic rhythm. I looked at the mark on my arm—a permanent, necrotic receipt of the invasion. The war wasn't in the sky anymore. It wasn't in the deep. It was in my very skin. Marcus ran into the vault, his face a mask of absolute, structural failure. “Phoenix,” Marcus wheezed. “The GBCA… they didn't just send tanks. They sent a ‘Carrier’. It’s hovering over the Northern border. They’ve initiated a ‘Global Quarantine’.”

And I do not give a shit if they are immortal, I only want to … wait. “Did you say immortal?” I ask Gustav. “Yes,” he smiles contentedly. “All thanks to their vampire blood. And with a little help from us, they are immune to silver and, well, mostly anything. Bullets, arrows, wooden stakes, you name it. They’re unstoppable, stronger, and faster than any other being on this planet. But the best part is that they are completely loyal. They will not disobey any order from a member of the Council.” “Fascinating,” I mutter, but truthfully, I want to shit my pants. There is no way of stopping these things. If the Council sets free these things, we will be in deep shit, and there will be nowhere to

“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.

Dangerous smile. Marcus wanted war? He would get war. But not the one he expected. The one he could not win. Could not survive. Could not— Escape. Because I had something he did not. Something he could never have. Something that made me stronger than him despite captivity. Love. For Hope. For Damien. For family worth dying for. Worth killing for. Worth— Everything. And love made me not weak. Made me invincible. Made me— Unstoppable. Marcus would learn. Soon. Very soon.

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.”

He frowned slightly and said to Clara, "Don't touch her. She's filthy. She'll stain your dress." I froze, my face tingling as embarrassment washed over me. Clara noticed my expression and lightly punched Marcus in the chest. "Is that how an Alpha is supposed to behave? How could you talk about your mate like that?" Then she turned to me. "Don't take it personally. He just says the first thing that pops up in his head. He really loves you. I'm sure of it. I know him better than anyone." Despite getting punched, Marcus didn't get angry at all. Instead, he smiled at Clara indulgently.

I asked, looking scared at Mark still unconscious. “Niña.” gave me a knowing smile when I turned to see him “I’ve seen enough gunshot wounds to know which one is lethal or not... Continue exerting pressure, but not too strong.” And without further ado, he left. Leaving us in a surreal silence where only the destruction in the room and bitter facts in my brain made it real. “Olivia...” I looked down at Mark, who had his eyes partially open. “Don´t speak please, don´t agitate.”