Mark Grayson Invincible Novels & Stories

Dangerous smile. Marcus wanted war? He would get war. But not the one he expected. The one he could not win. Could not survive. Could not— Escape. Because I had something he did not. Something he could never have. Something that made me stronger than him despite captivity. Love. For Hope. For Damien. For family worth dying for. Worth killing for. Worth— Everything. And love made me not weak. Made me invincible. Made me— Unstoppable. Marcus would learn. Soon. Very soon.

We broke apart instantly. I ran with Mia back to the gate. What we saw on the other side stopped every heartbeat in my chest. It wasn’t just a scout. It was an entire hunting party. Half-dead. Covered in blood. And tied to a post behind them— Was Marcus. Barely conscious. Carved into his chest was the symbol of the hidden clan Varin had spoken of. And burned into the post above him: "One blood must fall.”

A nurse hurriedly walked in. "Mr Grayson... the patient needs rest now if you don't mind" Old Grayson forced a smile at her, he returned his gaze back to his son, he leaned forward to mark. "You are trying to get rid of me .. huh? I will be back" He whispered and ruffled mark's hair. "Please take very good care of him, we have information that his life is in grave danger!" The nurse nodded as response and watched him leave, mark opened his eyes after he heard the door close.

“Hold on. Why is Zayn completely unbothered? Look at him, he’s actually smiling? What sort of monster is he? Could it be that he’s genuinely an invincibilis powerhouse?” The spectators fixed their eyes upon Zayn and realized that, even after that terrifying collision, he was completely unscathed. Indeed, he had an ecstatic smile on his face that they found to be terrifying. Adam was an invincibilis powerhouse, ranked as one of the top invincibilis fighters out there, so how could Zayn be perfectly alright after clashing with him? It was unbelievable! The anxious Rheasians were relieved to see that their champion was fine. Gasping aloud, they said, “Sergeant Larson is unmatched! None can defe

“Felicity, you have to remember that the Marlow family is in a high position, and I also hold an important position. Any threat from the outside world is not a threat, and my words are the truth here. Do you understand?” “I got it, Dad.” “Mm.” Heath patted his daughter’s shoulder in relief, then left the living room. After Heath left, Felicity’s cell phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a phone call from Clara. As such, she answered the call and asked, “Is something wrong?” “Something is wrong.” Clara was furious, and she simply said, “Miss Marlow, can I ask you to help me to investigate someone? She’s said to be a mercenary named Lone Shadow. I want to know who she is.”

Jarvis tapped into his earth-manipulating abilities, creating barriers to block their path, while Hannah and Marcky unleashed torrents of water and lightning to incapacitate their foes. Seeing this with their own eyes, Brittany and Sophia were stupified. They thought that the purple lighting that saved them was just a fluke, but who would have thought that it was because of Marcky? Not only that, but even Brandon has an ability, as does Jarvis. When they looked at Liam, Harol, and Lacy, they all had this ability physically. They do not have supernatural abilities, but they can fight with their weapons.

“If you ever hurt Cassie or anyone in my family again, I’ll put you in the ground myself. No second chances. No new names. Understand?” Marcus nodded, throat too tight to speak. The door closed. The guards came. And somewhere between the clanging gates and the Illinois night, Mark Skyland died. Marcus Carter was born. He was twenty-two years old, and for the first time in his life, he had no idea who the hell he was supposed to be. But he was alive. And his father, broken, flawed, ruthless Josh Carter, had paid the price to make it so. Some debts can never be repaid.

she sniffled. Markus pulled back, shaking his head in disagreement as he reached to wipe the tears from her face. “No, no, my dear girl. I am just glad you are safe. No matter what those bastards did to me, I stayed brave. I didn’t betray you, and I didn’t give them the Canix secrets,” he said. Myra felt a wave of relief and immense pride for her father, for not giving in. ”Thank you so much, Dad. The monsters are gone; they will not bother you again. They won't ever dare touch our family,” Myra assured him.

Kilian stared, speechless, awe and fear warring in his eyes. “She said I’m not half-blood,” Nova whispered. “She said I was made — Marked by Moonfire. And that one day, I’ll have to choose what kind of world survives.” Outside, a wolf howled — low, mournful, endless. The sound carried through the walls, echoing deep in Nova’s chest, in the place where the mark pulsed with light. She rose slowly, her breath shaking. Whatever she had become, the world would soon feel it. And the Goddess’s words lingered like a heartbeat in her mind:

"Show whatever fake, doctored garbage you bought off the dark markets in Blackveil City. Let every Alpha in Ravenshade City see how desperate you are to cover up the fact that you are a bastard born to a human servant." "Shut up!" Grayson roars, his wolf finally surging to the surface. Golden fur sprouts along his jawline, his fangs lengthening as he raises his free hand, his sharp, blackened claws extending straight toward my face. "You do not speak to her like that!" He swings his hand down in a blinding, brutal arc meant to tear my cheek open and force me to my knees in front of the entire assembly. I don't even blink. Before his claws can slash my skin, a massive, shadow-draped hand reac