Mark Grayson Invincible Novels & Stories

"Look at what we built. Look at them." Marcus stood exactly a half-step behind Jack's right shoulder. He wore his immaculate dark grey combat rig, his broad chest rising and falling in a shallow, meticulously controlled rhythm. His hands were clasped behind his back, the dark, high-tech kinetic wraps completely hiding his swollen knuckles, the pink thread resting against the small of his back. He looked like the God of Honor. He looked invincible. Beneath the fabric, Marcus was slowly dying.

"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.

"He's okay? He's really okay?" "He's injured. Silver wounds. But alive and functional." Victoria moved into the room. "Grace, he's been tracking Marcus and Elena for seven days. Finally cornered them in an abandoned facility outside Chicago. They—they were waiting for him. Set a trap. He survived it but he's injured and outnumbered and asking for reinforcement." "We need to go—"

The table was old and scarred with the syndicate's old brand, a circle with a line through it that the rebels used to mark their houses. On the table, over the syndicate's old brand, someone has scratched a fresh crescent and vine. The scratch was new and clean, the wood still pale where the knife had cut. "Someone scratched this over the old brand," I said. I touched the fresh mark with my finger. "A crescent and vine. The same shape as the seal on every order from the Voice. The same shape as Isabella's mark." Beside it lay a note in Noah's handwriting, steadier than any hand that has ever held a pen through a coughing fit.

someone whispered. Dustin’s face remained calm as he continued thinking. “Why don’t you go, Uncle Mark? You have to surpass that guy,” Timothy whispered and placed his hopes on the powerful fighter of his family. “I’ll make it to more than seven steps,” said Mark with a chuckle and walked out of the crowd. “He’s one of the strongest in the Bones family, Mark Bones!” Someone recognized him and was surprised. “He’s among the first class of sovereign grade fighters, and he’s much stronger than Victor Cain. He might actually be able to break that young man’s record!” someone else said with a laugh. He trusted Mark’s strength.

Travis still looked uncomfortable as those around the room stared at him. Not knowing what to say to this revelation, Marcia decided to look at the group and continue. "Athena’s strength might explain my healing, but it does not explain your reaction to this.” With those words, she turned her body, pulling her hair to the side to reveal her new mark. While those who had been in the room previously had seen the mark, the doctor gasped at the sight, moving closer as if he could not believe what he was seeing. Travis wordlessly slid to the floor, on one knee, he crossed his hand over his heart, and lowered his head.

Hudson questioned meanwhile Maverick watched the video as Grayson went to his PA and said " Send our team to the forest and search her father " " I had already done that the moment I heard the news because no one was found in the ambulance. " the PA said but Grayson interrupted him as he added, " Did you find him? ". Grayson wasn't surprised with his PA. After all, his PA is the X-commando and is in his late 40's. His active presence of mind and intelligence is very obvious to Grayson.

“No!” The second I declare our challenge, Valak loses all control of himself. His large hand finds my throat, but Jaxson is faster. Before he can continue, Jaxson throws father through the glass doors behind us. Grayson pins him to the wall in a blink. “Valak – naughty boy. You said you had no heir; I hate liars, ” he growls, I didn’t miss his gaze flickering to mine. He tightens his hand around my father’s throat. He doesn’t fight Grayson. Fathers cold brown eyes peer straight through my own.

Get out of here before the drugs render me useless. "I don't think you understand the mistake you're making," Grayson says. Despite the obvious anger radiating under his skin, he's as impassive as ever, facing the situation like a true Alpha. And it scares me. Because I know a fight is about to ensue... "Stop, I yell over the music. Not many people take notice, but the two men do. And at that exact moment, the drugs hit me like a truck, and I stumble a little on my feet. "I think I'm going to pass out..."

My father looked over to me, his eyes were serious but held a hint of softness as they trailed over my face. "I mean no disrespect, but Grayson really had no way of protecting me today. I had begged and pleaded to be allowed to see you, but without being marked I have no protection from him or his men in your land, and Kirk, the rogue, knew that... He must have assumed I still hadn't been marked otherwise he wouldn't have come". My father's eyebrows creased as he focused on the gleaming mark that sat proudly above my collar bone, I couldn't help but blush as the memories of this afternoon came rushing back to me.