Mark Invincible Novelas e Histórias

It was really annoying because he could see her gentle smile each time he closed his eyes. Ace wished he couldn't mark her. He cursed himself a million times for being carried away by emotions. Ace got carried away by the love that he had for his mate because he had been longing to see her for years. That's why he decided to mark her. Ace wanted the fucking world to know that he was his, exclusively his. The destined mate that he had been looking for. The door clicked open and Alexander walked inside Ace's room. Alexander was the only person who could stand Ace when he was in that condition.

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:

In just the few years she worked with Mark, her hands were quickly dyed with the blood of others. She stared at her long, slender fingers that looked ever pretty, but were also the same hands that had taken more than a few lives. She would find herself scared just looking at them. "Well, how are we going to proceed with the plan with him around?" Mark sighed and once again reminded Yvie, "I've looked into him. He has two MMA golds, and he's a coach in professional boxing. He's ugly as hell, but he's smart and knows how to throw a punch. People like him are the worst obstacles if we don't rid him soon. We can't afford to drop the ball, not when we're this close to success!"

Mark explained with excitement in his eyes. “My enemy's enemy is my friend,” Mark said and quoted with two of his fingers. “You will have to do those things and spells, to help him to regain his former stance” Mark pecked her lips and whispered; “He loathes Kingston the most and will certainly help me in destroying him, and anyway, who knows Kingston better than him? And…” “His sister and his Beta” Matilda cut in. "His sister would be the best target, Imagine making her and Axel, part of your army of the dead”

Even though Elara had been freed from their chosen bond with Elijah, Melody felt compelled to shield Elara's heart because she knew deep down that Elara had loved Elijah before. "You know, I'm having a hard time getting Damian's mark. Did you know he's famous throughout Summergrave? It's embarrassing; I used to pick fights with him all the time only to find out he's actually a general," Elara said, embarrassed, covering her face. It was just now dawned on her that she should be the one wooing Damian because of the power he wields.

If it wasn’t about to get Raven killed, the sheer bravado of it would have been cowboy poetry worthy. “Two minutes out,” Tony said, rounding a corner so quickly the tires squealed. I went over in my mind all that I knew about Marco Vitelli. Former Italian special forces. Expert in interrogation and demolitions. Utterly loyal to Xaviero (maybe since the latter had saved his life after Marco's family tried to kill him for fighting too much. Marco didn't just kill people. He made them suffer first. Made them beg. Made them break.

For the first time, I saw him in a new light, a strength I hadn’t noticed before. Greg turned to us, his anger finally fading as he nodded respectfully to Mark. “Thank you, sir,” he said, bowing his head slightly before casting one last glare at the guards. “Mr. Mark Santiago…” I repeated, the words almost foreign as they left my lips. Mark looked down at me, a faint smile touching his lips. “Yes,” he murmured. “And if anyone ever questions my worth again, they’ll be facing a very different side of me.” My heart pounded, and I felt a strange thrill of excitement. This man wasn’t just anyone—he was a force to be reckoned with. And he was mine.

They placed me in a bedroom and closed the door—not locking it, but making sure I understood I wasn’t leaving. I sat on the edge of the bed, shaking now that no one could see. My world had burned. My mother was dead. The cult was gone. And the man who had ordered it all… was the only thing standing between me and whatever the Mark truly was. I pressed my palm over my shoulder, breathing through the heat. “You don’t own me,” I whispered into the dark. The Mark pulsed once. Slow. Patient. Like it was smiling.

He struck with incredible speed, sending Aiden crashing to the ground. “No!” Iris screamed, running to his side. Aiden groaned, blood soaking his shirt. “I’m fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “Just... don’t stop.” Malric loomed over them, his face victorious. “Touching. But this ends now.” The Mark’s Awakening As Malric raised his hand for the final blow, Iris’s mark exploded in a burst of light so powerful it stopped him in his tracks. The energy engulfed both her and Aiden, lifting them into the air.

It was everything good and Mark howled inside him, excited and restless. 'Mate. Mate,' Mark howled again, the word echoing in his mind. But.... How could this be? What the hell just happened? ........why a human? Why would a human be his mate? Again? He blinked slowly, his nostrils flaring in irritation as if she wasn't even human. As if she was some house roach that he'd want to trample under his feet. “You’re human…” he murmured, barely audible. “But why does it smell like fate?”