Mark Grayson Invincible Novels & Stories

The air crackled, and Cassian's screams echoed across Terminus Cliff. For a brief moment, all was silent. Everyone was stunned by what they had just witnessed. After a long pause, someone finally asked in disbelief, "Did Mr. Gray just… defeat Cassian Lowery?" In their eyes, Ashton had just accomplished the impossible! "Invincible! He's invincible!" someone screamed excitedly. Those on the opposing side, however, were at a loss for words. The color had drained from their faces, and they were completely shocked. "How did Cassian lose?" Wynter collapsed to the ground. Her face was pale, and she refused to believe that this was real.

Grace Baker walked confidently toward the Horus Tech Corporation to carry out her intention. She was determined to help Vincent and protect Kyron. One way to prevent bad things from happening to Kyron and the future of humanity is to breach the enemy lines and pretend to cooperate with them. Therefore, Grace accepted Anderson Silva's offer to become part of Horus's laboratory. Meanwhile, Vincent decides to step back because he feels Horus's grip will soon reach his son, Kyron. Anderson will always find out who Vincent is, disguised as David Clyde; if it was like that, Kyron could have been killed.

Grayson grumbled in my direction . "You were the one who brought a bloody body part to the meeting as evidence. We share a common enemy that should be enough. Or is it that an enemy of your enemy is still your enemy?" "If you were my enemy, you'd be dead," Grayson's words hit me like a arrow to the heart shaking me to my core. How could I forget who he was? A former Gamma, a cold blooded hunter and a bloodline Alpha. A man. All the qualities that made him a dangerous predator.

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

"The team is assembled. Ten men should be more than enough. The equipment is loaded. The van is prepped. The escape route has been driven three times. We are ready." "And you understand the parameters?" Ivan pressed. He was sitting on the couch cleaning his gun. Taking it apart and putting it back together with practiced efficiency. "No one touches Grayson. He comes out of this without a scratch. Not a bruise. Not a hair out of place. Father wants him perfect." "I am not stupid," Monica snapped. "I know what Father wants. Grayson is mine. No one else lays a hand on him." "We are not bringing feelings into this," Jake said from where he stood by the window. "This is business. Pure business. F

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."

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.

the man in gray jacket triumphantly said as he slowly waked towrds her. Eleonna stepped backwards to keep a distance away from him. This made player 2 laugh in amusement. "Is this what that bastard put a bet for? A fragile looking chick?" Eleonna was insulted by his words. "Don't come near me." "Oh don't worry, darling. It won't be long until I end your burdens." 🔫 "Player 13 is cornered by player 2! Let's see what this player got! Is she really worth the $100,000?"

"If I don't make it back home within a day or so, he'll definitely come searching for me." "Gray's parentage includes Darius Winona and Alicia Gomez." Margo's revelation made everything click into place. I quickly understood the intricate dynamics behind the alliance and the strong connection between Winona and Gray. He was one of them, concealing his true identity. "That's why Gray believes he's invincible," I realized, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. "He chose to use the last name Gomez to avoid being recognized by my father." I felt a chill run down my spine. "He even gave it the nickname Manett. He knows his father would not dare to tamper with the Winona. Is this their hous

Someone had sent this man to harm Astoria. My jaw tightened. “Did he confess anything?” I asked, my tone icy. “No,” Vladimir replied. “He barely spoke. Despite being beaten up, he didn’t utter a word.” Of course, he hadn’t. For a moment, I studied him. He must have been the best in his pack. A gamma, by the looks of his stature. The urge to know the mastermind behind sending this man to hunt down and even think of harming what was mine… Before I could finish the thought, I crushed it.