Mark Grayson Invincible Novels & Stories

Grayson pulls out the gun. “Please, leave Gracie, take everything but leave Gracie.” I laugh. He forgot about his own daughter. Lucky for him killing a woman really isn’t our style, so she will be safe. I watch as Grayson points the gun, hearing it fire and Rizzo fall to the floor. Well, there goes his kneecap. “Why would we Rizzo? Why wouldn’t we give her the same sweet treatment you just did to Raven?” Grayson’s words are growled as he pulls Rizzo up, the gun fires and Rizzo collapses screaming. There goes two kneecaps. He’s losing it.

Rainn's afraid to hurt me, Liam doesn't want Rainn to kill him, so he does to, but Malik seems to understand more that I'm going to get hurt even worse if I'm not completely prepared for an actual fight. The gods must have heard my silent prayer because Malik walks into the arena. If I wasn't already destined to Rainn, I would definitely be checking this man out. He looks like an actual Adonis. He's tall, muscled in all the right places with jet black hair and brilliant blue eyes. "I really don't want to go back in that cell so please don't look at me like that", Malik chuckled. "Sorry I was just happy that it was you today considering you're the only one that actually spars with me."

Maverick didn't stop until he was in front of Grayson, only then letting go of Mark's ankle and letting his foot fall to the ground before stepping back. “One Alpha, just the way you like it, a little scratched up,” Maverick said sarcastically, his lips tugging up on the side as he looked down at the scraped-up Alpha. Mark's body ached as he pulled himself off the ground and stood. He trembled as he stood on weak legs. When Mark turned, his stomach dropped when he saw Brandon sitting on the grass with Grayson's Beta standing guard next to him. He looked up at his pack house to see flames barreling out of the right side, and his mouth hung open.

“Perhaps Moonspire grew tired of her whining and sent her back to the woods where she belongs.” Rexor dropped the sealed letter on the table between them. “Read.” Their laughter faltered. Ravena snatched it up, eyes scanning, and her face paled. “No…” she whispered. Then, louder, trembling with fury: “No! This cannot be!” Mariseth leaned over her daughter’s shoulder, her sharp intake of breath betraying shock. The crescent seal stared back at them like an accusation. “She bears the mark of the Chosen One,” Rexor said, his voice flat, drained.

He was building something big, and she was the key. Back at the pack house, Megan and Diva had things under control, just like they’d promised. The wounded were bandaged, the dead—ours and the enemy’s—laid out or burned. But I couldn’t stop to help. I stormed into the office, maps spilling across the desk as I paced. “There’s got to be something,” I muttered, my fists clenched. “A way to track her, to break his magic.” Marcus leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “It’s the magic that’s screwing us. We need a way past it.”

For a moment, he simply looked at her, his thumb brushing away the tears on her cheek, then he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “What about the Moonmark?” Thayne asked after a moment, his voice low. “What is it and where are you supposed to find it?” Naya drew in a breath, her eyes filled with exhaustion. “It’s a divine mark from the Moon Goddess,” she explained. “It’s given only to her chosen descendant…the one destined to either protect or destroy a realm. Riven learned of it long ago. According to our elders, he became obsessed with finding it. And now…” she paused, meeting Thayne’s eyes, “I’ve already found it.”

That’s what every headline said, that’s what every elder believed. But the truth was now standing in front of me, eyes glowing like embers. That roar wasn’t just powerful, it was dominant, Alpha of Alphas. No one else could’ve made assassins freeze like that. That explains why the mark on my neck glows. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. The world tilted beneath me as he gently helped me up and guided me outside. The rain had softened into a drizzle, and the sky above us was clearing, but nothing felt calm.

He searched: *Damien Grayson*, *Roman Grayson*, *Grayson family*. The results were thin, close to nothing. Public records showed Damien as a tenured professor—serious, composed, sleeves always rolled down to hide his tattoos. Roman was a literal ghost: no social media, no public profiles. A few old articles mentioned *Grayson Enterprises* in passing—real estate, private security, vague holdings—but nothing concrete, nothing he could tie directly to Damien’s family. It was like they barely existed. Nothing about the mafia. Nothing about the tattoos or the blood. Just shadows.

I finally arrived at Hill Pack — the heart of Lupus Celestial. Chase was already waiting at the port, standing beside a sleek black limousine. Tall, broad-shouldered, and exuding dominance, he looked every bit the future Lycan King. But even from a distance, I could tell — he was growing impatient. I approached slowly. “Brother Chase,” I said softly. He froze. His sharp eyes scanned me, stunned by what I had become. I looked down, clutching my hands together to avoid his gaze.

Which pains him even more more it, but he had to understand. He is the reason this happened in the first instance. He checks the mark he had put on him and his heart clenches at the thought that the mark will have to go or else, he will not see the reign of his people. He takes a deep breath and tries to channel the mark. Grayson is immediately jerked which makes Malisha go to him immediately. Grayson groans quietly. "What is going on, mum?" Malisha can't help but ask. "It seems as though something is trying to reach out to the mark..."