Mark Invincible Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You are Mine" He murmured across my skin. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. "Kirsten, you are mine and only mine, you understand?" Kirsten Saunders had a pretty rough life. After being heartbroken and betrayed by both her father and boyfriend, Kirsten moves to a small town to find the comfort of her mother.

Between his age, abilities, and being a Vampire Markous could heal just about any injury that didn't consist of lost limbs instantly. "Shi-!" Christopher began right as Markous chose to retaliate. "DIE!" Markous roared swinging his sword with all the strength he could muster. CLANG! The shrieking of steel clashing against one another resonated throughout the hall, the force of the strike sent a sharp jolt of pain through Markous's arm. !!!

Suddenly the fog clears, and she is dragging a wounded Mark from the fog. “He caught me off guard. But I managed to destroy him,” Mark coughs bending over trying to catch his breath. “His powers had grown over the years as well. He was a scary fucker,” he spits out as he continues to cough dragging air in raggedly. Looking around at everyone he realizes something.

“It never ended. From the time I saved you from the fields of the Blackwind Pack, the war is still going on, though the battle at that time just ended overnight or so.” “What is his power then?” I watched him with an anxious look. I put both of my hands behind me. “Something about fire and camouflage is what I’ve heard. Though the extent and strength of his abilities are unbeknownst to me or perhaps to everyone.” “Except my father?” My throat bobbed. He shrugged. “Marcos can blend into an environment, somewhat making himself invisible. I heard he can also feel immune to the cold despite being a Rogue for months.” “It is a problem,” I whispered. And when Kallias stopped in his tracks, I thoug

"Donald, tell me, am I your 'dead man walking'? Answer me!" Mark roared as he entered, his face livid with rage. Not only did Donald pale in fear, but Natasha, Dylan, Cedric, Francesca, and Lauren were all stunned silent. No one dared to speak, as accompanying Mark was Marvin. Although Marvin had always maintained a low profile in Jayrodale's elite circles, those in the know understood that this billionaire was a tough guy that no one dared to provoke.

Elias, however, couldn’t help but stare at him in astonishment. “You… just who are you? No ordinary butler could pull off what you just did,” Elias said, his tone a mix of awe and suspicion. Marcellus let out a low chuckle and patted Mark’s shoulder. “Mark was a former Special Forces captain. He’s been with me for years. Do you think I’d come here with just the three of us otherwise?” Elias fell silent, his gaze lingering on Mark with newfound respect, marveling at the hidden depths of the unassuming butler.

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.

Neither of them did. Mark suddenly came to a halt as he'd successfully eliminated Iñari's little vixen army. His dark fur was smudged with blood stains all over and his red eyes glowed brighter with murderous intent. He spat out a bloodied, severed arm from his mouth as he slowly crept towards Iñari... preparing to pounce on her. He had his predatory eyes on a much bigger prize. "Shouldn't we stop him now?" Bruno nervously whispered to me.

I knew because I lived it every day. "I'm serious. The way he treats you is disgusting.” He lowered his voice. "We have options and ways to get you out. You just have to trust me." "What kind of options?" I asked warily. He glanced around, making sure no one was close enough to overhear. Then he pressed something small into my palm. I looked down. It was a vial made of dark glass, with a cork stopper. "What is this?" I whispered. "Insurance," Marco said quietly. "It's a slow-acting poison. Mix it into his food or drink, and within a few hours, he'll develop symptoms that look like a simple illness. Nothing that would immediately raise suspicion."

"A female all alone out here in the plains? How lucky are we?" They slowly closed in on me, and my Beta power surged out instantly, making them hesitate. "She's a Beta!" "So what? She's alone." Several rogues lunged at me, and I instantly shifted into my wolf form. I struggled desperately to break out of their circle and run toward pack territory. When I collapsed at the door of my rental, covered in blood, I received a message from Matteo. [Sabrina's back now. What we had is over. Don't cause any trouble.]