Mark Invincible Novelas e Histórias

He was ruthless especially when it came to dealing with his enemies. Mark never took no for an answer. He always had his way and anyone who thought they could challenge him will only have themselves to blame. Asides this, Mark was a drop dead handsome man. His light brown hair which had grown in length over the years was usually tied into a low man bun. When he smiled, his dimple was prominent.

"Your knee is bleeding! What the hell happened?" I knew the scent of mint had strengthened; I just never imagined that the source of the potency could be his blood. I have not known of anything capable of making Marko bleed. He is invincible, or he is supposed to be. "I just hurt myself." "How?" Even in Red Graw, none managed to draw his blood, so why now? Why here when there was no danger? His body that was facing Katy threateningly turns to me fully, giving me the full view of his wound.

Atlas came over to his side with a reaper card and waved it in front of his face. "I have a soul to pick up. It's not Sophia's but I do need to take off for a bit and Phil's going to tag along. Well, I will be transporting him so he doesn't get weak, " he snickered. Faelon nodded and watched the new mark that was on Sophia's shoulder disappear completely and grinned slightly seeing his bite mark still on her neck. He glanced down between her thighs and saw the mark Vincent put on her. "Why is Vincent's mark still on her?" He asked bluntly. Hoka lowered his hand and sighed.

It gathered into a hundred-meter-long spear of blood and slashed toward Adrian. Adrian quickly summoned a barrier to withstand the onslaught. Given his strength, this should have been an easy task. However, Mark's power exceeded his expectations, and it felt as though his barrier was on the verge of being shattered. 'He's strong, but his power shouldn't rival that of an average Battle Warrior. Is this the culmination of Falconia's technology? It certainly is impressive,' Adrian thought. He knew that Mark was no longer purely human. After all, the power he demonstrated showed how terrifying his abilities were.

His jaw tightened as if contemplating something dangerous. "The Moonmark," he said finally. "It’s real. And you’re the key." Sena felt a chill run down her spine, but it wasn’t from fear—it was from something deeper, something more instinctual. The Moonmark. She had heard the legends, of course, the stories passed down through whispers in the dark. The mark of the Goddess, the symbol of power, of leadership. But she had always thought it was just a myth. An old tale told to keep the Mute Wolves in line, to remind them of their place.

"You know the rules. Contact means consequences. For both of you." I stare at the message, my jaw clenching. Marcus has been my mentor since everything changed. He's kept me alive, taught me how to control my abilities, how to channel the wolf without losing myself to it. He's saved my life more times than I can count. But he doesn't understand what it's like to be this close to her after all these years and do nothing. He doesn't understand what it's like to have your soul mate ripped away. Another text: "They're watching. If you reveal yourself, if you break protocol, they'll come for her too."

And that was when I saw him at a clinic, sitting beside Kaia and waiting for her to get treated for a minor cold. "Kaia is an Omega. She's not like you—you have Alpha blood with strong self-healing abilities," he reasoned. Later, I risked my life entering human territory just to find the perfect anniversary gift for him. On my way back, a human bounty hunter shot me. As I bled profusely, I called Chris for help. "What is it this time?" he asked, his tone laced with impatience. "I've been shot." He simply said, "You have Alpha blood. Just sleep it off."

"You monster! I always knew you hated her! I told Thomas you were dangerous, but he wouldn't listen!" "Oh, Sara," Linda whispered, pulling her close. "My poor, poor girl." Damian rose slowly from his knees, turning to face me. His eyes had changed—no longer just cold, but burning with a hatred that scorched my skin. "Get her out of here," he growled. Two pack warriors grabbed my arms, their fingers digging into my flesh. "Wait!" I struggled against their grip. "It's not true! I never pushed her!" Sara's sobs grew louder. Dr. Marshall moved to inject something into her IV.

“Time to make sure that spot was never stolen.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut, but I didn’t flinch. I didn’t react. I just stood there, my body coiled, my fingers flexing, my wolf, Fenric, a low, thrumming presence at the back of my mind… calm, focused, ready. The instructor’s hand dropped. And then Mark was on me. He moved like a storm, his magic flaring bright and brutal, a crimson edge of raw power meant to intimidate. His first strike was a burst of force, a wave of energy that hit me like a truck, sending me staggering back.

I said, inching closer to the spot close to him, at the same time, trying my best to avoid Shawn's eyes. “Marcus.” He offered his hand casually. “One of the pack’s betas.” I shook it, surprised by the warmth of his grip. He smiled again, wider this time, one of his cheeks dented with a dimple. His eyes flicked briefly between Shawn and I, like someone who just noticed something. Whatever he noticed, made his grin falter just slightly. Not disappearing, just… adjusting. That's when I look at Shawn, his face masked in a scowl. He didn't say anything or do anything, but the air became a bit stuffy, even though we stood in the well ventilated hallway with tall, open windows.