Mark Grayson Invincible Novels & Stories

He wasn’t a soldier, wasn’t trained for this, but for Luna—the woman who’d crashed into his world and stolen his heart—he’d become anything. Marcus’s voice crackled through his earpiece, urgent and low. “Thermal scans show six hostiles inside—armed, spread out across the lower level. You’re walking into a kill zone.” “Stay back,” Grayson said, his voice steady despite the storm raging in his chest. “No one moves without my signal. Understood?” “Grayson,” Marcus replied, his tone pleading, professionalism cracking. “Let us go in first. You’re not trained for this, and they know it. They’re counting on you being reckless.”

Yet nothing had prepared me for the intensity of what I felt for Victoria Howlthorne—this fierce desire to protect her coupled with the knowledge that she was strong enough to stand beside me rather than behind me. Tonight, we would face Marcus Grimwood. The stakes were higher than they had ever been, not just for our packs but for our future together. Marcus had miscalculated badly when he'd threatened Victoria. He'd assumed her mixed heritage made her vulnerable, when in reality, it made her uniquely powerful. As we approached the SUVs where Tiny and my elite warriors waited, I squeezed Victoria's hand gently, a silent promise passing between us. Whatever came next, we would face it togeth

His jaw tightened as if contemplating something dangerous. "The Moonmark," he said finally. "It’s real. And you’re the key." Sena felt a chill run down her spine, but it wasn’t from fear—it was from something deeper, something more instinctual. The Moonmark. She had heard the legends, of course, the stories passed down through whispers in the dark. The mark of the Goddess, the symbol of power, of leadership. But she had always thought it was just a myth. An old tale told to keep the Mute Wolves in line, to remind them of their place.

Amber reminded her. Ebony tisked and ignored Amber. Ash, the gentleman, escorted the diva across the warehouse to where the king had his broken knee propped up on some pillows. He’d heard many tales about the dark-skinned goddess but had yet to meet her in the flesh. Grayson didn’t look particularly pleased to have their first introduction when he was bruised and laid up. “Hello Ebony. I’ve heard many things about you. I’m Grayson Godwin.” She snorted, “As if I didn’t know that. Your face is always plastered around this city. If you are such a charitable man, you really should release some nudes-"

For now, they seemed evenly matched. Caesor was highly skilled, but Tayne Marsh was no pushover either. The Marsh Family had raised him from childhood to be their heir, equipping him with all kinds of abilities—taekwondo, martial arts, he could handle it all. No wonder Gwen Grayson had fallen for him back then. Soon, both men were covered in bruises, but neither showed any sign of stopping. Finally, Xavier Grayson intervened—he kicked Tayne Marsh hard, sending him crashing to the ground.

Raising his splayed hand, Atlas laughed. "Salis was ordered to exterminate Gian but instead saved him from Lucifer and the demons that might want to use him. That brings me to the next issue. Salis is your daughter's true mate. As much as that disappoints me to say, my hand will probably be eternally mine. Anyway, I saw that he is the only one that can hide her demon mark and keep her safe," Atlas stated solemnly. Pointing to his father's right cheek, Asher gasped.

“They’re ahead of us. Anything we release now will look defensive.” Marcus ran a hand through his hair. “So what? We just watch them destroy him?” “No,” Grayson said sharply. Everyone looked at him. His expression had changed again. That controlled focus returned, the version of him that didn’t panic, didn’t drift. “We don’t chase their story,” he continued. “We overwrite it.” I looked at him. “How?” Grayson met my eyes. “By showing the part they can’t control.” Then Marcus understood first. “You’re talking about Carter.”

After what happened last time, I wish he hadn’t done that. “Before you get mad, hear me out. It’s obvious that you love him a great deal but might not want to talk to him now, but we need him, Anna. In order to fight Edgar’s men, we’re going to need his resources and alliances, and in this city, The Grayson family has the deepest underground connections and the best tech team. If we’re going to find Edgar and keep a digital trade on Edgar, we’re going to need to bring Mark on board.”

How was that even possible? I lowered my gaze to the mark again. I had heard stories about the marked Luna when I was younger. A Luna chosen by the moon goddess herself, whose blood could command wolves and restore packs and also had the ability to heal. But I never imagined that I would ever be connected to something so powerful. I was still trying to understand everything when the door suddenly swung open. Ivy and Fred ran inside like they were being chased. The moment Ivy’s eyes landed on me, she froze. I felt my heart jump. “Ivy…” I whispered as tears instantly gathered in my eyes.

The dim light caught the faint scars on his arms from battles he never talked about unless asked. “You wanted to know more about the one behind this,” he said. I nodded. Gray’s jaw tightened slightly. “Tristan Maverick.” He leaned back against the wall and spoke in a steady tone, like he was laying out a battlefield map. “He wasn’t born powerful. No noble blood. No backing. He started as a foot soldier. Barely trained. Barely fed. He survived because he was bold.” “That sounds… admirable,” I said quietly. “At first,” Gray agreed. “But bold doesn’t mean smart.”