Mark Grayson Invincible Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.”

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

My heart hammered against my ribs. "One more thing," I said, my nails biting into my flesh. "My ex-fiancé... is Gamma Marcus." Would he take it back now? Marcus had a powerful family behind him. Damian let out a brief, mocking snort. "Not afraid." I looked up. "He won't do shit," he added, a cold smirk touching his lips. Marcus Greyman. A powerful Gamma with massive leverage. To the wolf standing in front of me, he wasn't even worth a frown.

The night my girlfriend, Lesley Cohen—whom I've financially supported for years—officially announces her relationship with Archie Gould, the System determines that I have failed my mission and strips me of my "saint's heart". From that moment on, I stop caring about her future and focus entirely on my career, eventually landing a spot among the Fortune 500. However, once I withdraw all financial support, Lesley confronts me with tearful eyes. "You always said that loving someone means giving them everything they want or need without asking for anything in return!" I'm baffled. She is the one who finds my money filthy, so why is she suddenly being so calculating about it now?

The challenge. And the instinctive desire to unravel someone others had already given up on. Marcus stood. He placed a file on her desk. "Tomorrow morning. Ten o'clock. PowerCore Gym. He'll be there. If not... then maybe no one ever could be." With that, he turned and left. Sloane sat staring at the door long after it closed behind him. Lennox Graves. The untouchable. The man who, allegedly, had never even had a doctor. A man said to refuse even a bandage unless he applied it himself.

Alia asked as she cuddled up with Maxwell who grinned. "Well, we all know that Grayson got his sight back, so of course there was that and the complications came afterwards. You guys have all heard the story and we just did tourist-like things afterwards, nothing major," I told them and Alia beamed, her face noticeably brighter as her eyes zoned into the mark I gave Gray, I did the same, but with Max's mark which was on her shoulder.

Accenting the walls perfectly. Once the man stopped in front of a picture, the girl looked up at it. His face seemed to register in her mind. Though only for a moment. 5 year old Cordovia rummaging through her mothers ‘other’ labeled box. She pulled out a picture of a man holding a little baby. His face was slender and calm looking. His hair was a dark brown color, almost black looking. And his eyes, they were a medium green. And he was quite tall looking in the picture. As she flipped it around, she read ‘Marco Briarwood - age 34; with Cordovia 1 week.’ Her eyes darted to the man standing next to her, she then asked softly and with caution “Dad?” With a smile, he turned to look at her, ligh

However, her eyes didn't move towards the lower body of Grayson as they were stuck to his body which was covered in several marks. Tears pooled in Kashvi's eyes. She dragged her numbed feet towards Grayson who was shocked to see Kashvi in the room. Trembling fingers of Kashvi reached the mark which was the biggest open from the collar bone to the lower stomach. She touched the mark-making Grayson's body tense up under her touch. Her finger traced down the mark while tears ran down from her eyes. Grayson tried to stop Kashvi's hands by holding them in his but Kashvi didn't stop.

He tried, but Goradin could not find many lights indicating viewports. After a little while he arrived at the docking bay, and walked the length of it till he reached the airlock. He was greeted there by a soldier in strange uniform. Unlike the Imperial soldiers he wore not a green uniform, but a gray one. He had a strange kind of weapon slung around his shoulder. "Lieutenant Daemus Goradin, reporting for duty. This is the Battlestar Invictus, am I correct?" "Indeed you are sir" the soldier replied while checking his papers. "Goradin eh? We were expecting you. If you'll follow me, the commander will want to see you."