Romans & histoires Mark Invincible

Marcel roars again, and the moment he does, his men charge forward. Mark throws himself between them and me, blocking the first few strikes. “Mark, stop this!” Marcel growls. Mark doesn’t stop. He strikes without hesitation. “No! I won’t let you hurt her!” he shouts as he twists behind one of the warriors and snaps his neck with brutal force. My breathing is shallow, my ribs burning. But I start limping forward again, dragging one leg behind the other. Every step feels like I’m dragging a mountain with me. My body’s shaking so badly, it’s a miracle I’m still upright.

Someone had to cut open the wound so it could fester or heal. It was Chito who spoke first. “She wasn’t wrong about your strength,” he said. “But she was wrong about what it meant.” I nodded once. “She thought power made us dangerous. She forgot that restraint makes us stronger.” Marcus stepped forward then. Wounded, limping, but standing. He’d lost the most. And yet... “I wanted you dead when they dragged me off that post,” he said. “I thought you were the curse. That every time you rose, something darker came with you. But now I see it. They’re not afraid of your power.”

My brain started to race trying to piece together the pieces of his outburst even though I was still in shock from the physical attack. Ivy’s desire for the Mark infuriated him. The reason for this was that it went against his ambitious plan and his one-sided fixation with protecting her. He perceived the Mark as a cage a binding contract or a leash. And he wasn’t wholly incorrect about that. All of those things were.

Mark caught me before I hit the ground, shielding me with his body. “You okay?” he growled, already firing again. “Yeah,” I gasped, getting back up. Vincent’s voice suddenly boomed over loudspeakers they had set up outside. “Mark Arthur! Come out and face me like a man! Or I’ll burn this place to the ground with your whore inside it!” Mark’s eyes darkened with pure rage. He keyed his own comms. “Vincent. You want me? Come and get me.” Another wave of men charged.

I yelled. “We're about to find Wren,” Mark said,breathing so fast. When Mark's free hand rose to the guy's face, he removed the mask off his face. My eyes bulged out, I heard objects falling to the ground one by one. First was Tina, then Misan, then me and we shouted the guy's name. “Jace!” *** “Careful, Jesus Christ,” Jace swore. His face was bloody and beaten by Mark. I knew he was a private investigator but I didn't know he was close to a hero for attacking people.

Her satisfaction was so plain that it made my stomach tighten, but I lifted my chin and refused to look away. ‎ ‎I waited for King Marcus to end it. He was the only person in that room who could veto the motion with a single word, and I remembered how he had broken my shackles and declared me Luna in front of everyone. ‎ ‎Yet he sat at the head of the table with his hands resting on the arms of his chair, and he said nothing at all. I searched his face for any sign that he disagreed, but his golden eyes stayed unreadable. ‎ ‎His silence frightened me more than every insult I had heard since arriving at the palace. Enemies I could understand, but I had believed that he was on my side.

Mark announced, his low, velvety rumble resonating through the microphone system like a clap of thunder. He didn't care about the live television broadcast. He didn't care about Eleanor’s furious, warning glare. He stepped right between us, his large hand snapping out with a brutal, force to wrap around David's wrist. With one smooth, terrifyingly powerful twist of his fingers, Mark forcefully broke David’s grip off my upper arm, stepping forward to position his broad chest as an impenetrable iron shield directly in front of me.

Coach Vance rubbed his jaw, looking slightly softened by Mark's passionate defense. ​It was a brilliant tactical play. By stepping up as my ultimate defender, Mark wasn't just saving me from total termination—he was buying my complete, absolute debt of gratitude. He was tying my survival at State directly to his goodwill. ​"Mark..." I started, staring at him. "Why are you doing this?" ​Mark gave me a quiet, reassuring smile. "Because I believe in you, Stark. I told you I have your back."

He approves his family, that was when instinct took over. 'Get up Cain' a voice called out from my coma state, I open my eyes look around checking my surrounding it looks like a dungeon, still questioning how I got to this place before it all came back, the mouth watering smell, the new born pup, his second chance mate I'm not sure how that is possible, marking the new born pup, sliver piercing my shoulder and losing consciousness. Everything came back to me, I couldn't believe I mark a child, I feels so disgusted in this act of mine. I'm still a monster after all if I could mark a little baby, sealing her permanently to me with out given her a chance to choose me.

Normally you can’t mark someone that is unconscious because consent is needed, the mark would fade but she was willing to be mine so even for a brief time she will be mine. I bend down to kiss the spot where her shoulder meets her neck and give it a gentle kiss. Tears streaming down my face as I feel King come forward helping my teeth to elongate, committed to this as much as I am. I sink my teeth in piercing her skin.Then time stops, the Earth no longer rotates and the only thing I feel is her, her heartbeat picking up pace, her breaths coming from next to my ear, the love in her heart for her people, family, our pup and me. I pull away as I feel as her arms wrap around my neck and withdraw