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.

I turn to look, arching my back so I can see and sure enough, his handprint is clear as day on my white ass cheek. “Mine,” he growls possessively, reaching out to gently graze a finger over his mark on my ass. “Not without your mark, I’m not,” I snarl, slapping his hand away from me. “It’s only a matter of time, beautiful.” “I have no intention of ever letting you mark me, Alpha.” “Good thing I have the patience of a saint then,” he says, smirking at me.

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."

This… this thing used to be my best friend. Emma shrugs. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t take him. I’m done with all of you. Once this mark is gone, I’m gone. He’d never stop chasing me for Sam. I leave him behind, life gets easier. Plus, who the hell wants a Gamma’s brat?” Fiona makes a sound like an injured animal and tries to get past me. I hold her back. She’s just attention-seeking now. If she won’t love Sam, Fiona and I will. He’s easy to love.

The gate came down before anyone could decide anything. Stone exploded inward in a shower of dust and debris, and Everly threw her arms up on instinct, silver light flaring around her hands so bright it lit the entire hall like a second sun. When the dust cleared, the sanctuary's ancient entrance was nothing but a jagged, smoking hole, and standing in the middle of it, blade drawn, chest heaving, stood Grayson Colt. For one suspended second, nobody moved. "You," Marcus said, stepping in front of Everly with his own blade raised. "How did you find this place?"

“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.

He grinned at me, more of a snarl. “We are not saving you,” he said. “We are simply taking what is ours.” I tried to resist. I swung my arm around but he blocked it easily and grasped me by the throat. I was losing air. I was simply no match for him. “You may be immune to some things,” he said, “but you are not nearly as strong as I. Nor will you ever be. Vampire. Wolf. Whatever you are.” At that moment there was another blur of motion, and I could suddenly breathe again. I was shocked to see Kyle suddenly stumbling backwards. He went hurling back with such force that he smashed backwards into the marble railing, shattering it, and went flying over its side.

The grass by the roadside rustled, and several rogues who had been lurking for a while burst out of the bushes. "Sabrina, watch out!" The rogues lunged at us viciously, and Matteo shielded Sabrina behind him, kicking one rogue away. Another rogue immediately switched targets, thrusting a silver dagger toward me. Trapped in the circle, I could not dodge in time, and the blade plunged deep into my shoulder. The wounded area burned like flames. As blood kept pouring out, my strength gave way, and I fell to the ground. The rescue team arrived quickly, and the rogues fled in panic.

“Haze, “ his deep voice rumbled as he raked his eyes all over me. Only HE called me that. “Markos, “ I said almost breathlessly. My heart was beating so fast it muffled all the other noises. My head was spinning so fast, I felt like I could faint just from seeing a ghost from my past. Gone was the tall scrawny kid with innocent features that I knew. He was replaced by an alpha male version that was tall and muscular with his form filling his suit out perfectly. He had a 5 O’clock shadow beard on his face that made him look even hotter and his hair was as dark as it had been before. And his eyes, oh God, his chocolate brown eyes were as beautiful and hypnotic as they had ever been.

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.