Mark Grayson Invincible Novels & Stories

"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.

A low growl echoed through the open space. In an instant, every Sentinel turned. Through the trees came a black convoy. The Black Ridge. Naturally. Before they completely stopped, Grayson got out. He appeared almost unreal due to the storm. The black coat was flapping wildly in the wind. Under the rain, silver eyes glowed a little. He exudes power that causes weaker wolves to instinctively avert their eyes. He glanced at the corpses once. Next, at the cliff's symbol. And his face took on a dark hue.

He glanced at June and winked. When the Gardener touched the jar, Marcus didn’t let go. He smashed it against the Gardener’s chest. It wasn’t a machine inside. It was the last of the black virus—the evil code from June’s grandmother. “If you want our fire,” Marcus roared, “then take our ghosts too!” Black ink exploded, covering the Gardener. The giant made a sound like shattering glass. His white armor turned black. The bone-ship above shook as the virus shot up the beam and infected the ship.

“Damien… if he’s doing all this just to get to me, then maybe the only way to end it is ” “Don’t,” Damien snapped, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” She froze. He stepped closer, his hand gripping the edge of the table near hers, caging her in without touching her. His voice dropped, rough and deadly. “Marcus takes and destroys. That’s all he knows. You think giving yourself up will stop him? No. It will only feed him. And it will kill me.” Grace stared up at him, her breath shallow. For the first time, she saw it the cracks in his armor, the man beneath the legend. Damien Blackwood, the empire builder, the unbreakable, was terrified.

she answered. I don't know what to answer, especially since both of us are trap to a deal. Grayson wanted a heir, so in order to achieve that he find five women to test them. After that, he killed them to avoid those girls to speak about him. He's unpredictable in any ways, which is enough to make me think who he really is behind his mask. He never show me his affection, and didn't even asked me whenever I'm having a tough time solving all of my problems, but now? Something change him and it scare me.

He pulled the shackles and Asphalt was yanked off Oscar’s top, like a dog on a leash. “That’s what you get for taking the spotlight.” Dad commented and shifted onto his wolf quickly, charging straight towards Ashton. The guy attacked dad with his shackles, but he dodged them effortlessly. Aston gritted his teeth, “This piece of shit!” He charged more shackles that were coming at him at high speed but dad dodged them like a professional, looking like a flash of light that created its trajectory based on the little gaps at which the shackles were attacking him. “Hm. Beta Sky is quite impressive.” Markus said and I smiled in pride.

"Thinks that being legally dead makes him untouchable, that I'm too discredited to be a real threat." "Good," Damian replied, his expression hardening. "Let him feel safe for now, arrogance creates blind spots, and blind spots create opportunities." Far across the city, in a location I couldn't yet identify but would eventually find. Evan Grayson sat in a luxury apartment watching the news coverage of his own death and Emma Lancaster's masterful performance. He smiled as he raised a glass of expensive scotch, toasting his own cleverness and his father's ruthless efficiency. His phone rang, and he answered without checking the caller ID.

I'm not proud of that. "Okay, gentlemen, time to talk business," Grayson begins, after taking a long swig of his large caramel frappé with extra whipped cream and colored sprinkles. I don’t like that he called me a gentleman, "Ever since the first day Redboxinggloves insulted Midnight, I've been watching all the Beast Maker people very carefully. I've created a list of possible attackers, take a look at it." Gray sets a piece of paper down on the table and then turns to all sides as if someone is watching us. I take it first, approaching Baxter on the couch so he can read as well.

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.

"But you? You carry a grudge over something that happened long ago." "My father was a great man who gave his life for Estrea!" Marcus yelled. "Yes, he was a good man." Grayson took another step closer. "But let's be clear. He gave his service to Estrea, but not his life. He died of a heart attack. Natural causes." Grayson ran his fingers through his hair. "Marcus, I'd like for us to be a family. Please. Forget the past and come back to the castle with me. Work with me and my family. We could use a good man such as yourself."