Mark X William Invincible Novels & Stories

Something unforgivable. “I know you’re full of questions,” William said softly, “and I’ll answer them. But let’s get one thing clear first—I didn’t help Vinichi kill your mother. If anything, I was a victim, too. That’s why I reached out. That’s why I’m helping you now… so we can bring him down together.”

Aritzea POV Him. The man from the auction. The one who should have been dead, had I not been a fool to leave him alive. I bit the inside of my cheek as our eyes met, his gaze calm, almost smug, like he enjoyed seeing how frustrated I looked. He raised an eyebrow at me, daring me to react. Fuck. I looked away instantly. This man was dangerous. Very dangerous. He didn't give off any scent, not even a trace. Not werewolf, not vampire, not human—nothing. How was that even possible?!

he asks. “Instantly,” he says, turning to me, and smiling as he reaches out to stroke my cheek again. “It occurred to me that she could overthrow me if she really wanted to. Thankfully, she didn’t and still doesn’t. That’s not the kind of woman my mate is. It’s why she didn’t take over Alpha William’s pack and use his warriors to get her revenge against Sawyer before now.” “Alpha William is a good Alpha,” I say in my defense.

Damian clutched his chest, leaning against the window, his head bowed, consumed by the pain he felt. "The remaining packs of Nightraven still need you. Remember, Lilian and the others sacrificed their lives for this pack. They knew their deaths wouldn't be in vain because you are their Alpha," Xavier replied, trying to instill strength in Damian yet fully aware of the immense burden he carried.

I stepped over an inefficiency, Serik replies. “No,” I say. “You chose to make yourself irreplaceable.” A beat. Then, almost gently: Irreplaceability is a function of performance. The truth of it sits heavy and cold. Later, as the settlement hums on — safer, smoother, quieter — I find Mara sitting alone near the old ridge, far from the conduits’ brightest paths. “I don’t know how to fight him,” she says without looking up. “We don’t fight him the way he wants,” I reply.

Others filled with disgust and disdain. ________ The tension in the grand hall was thick and foreboding. The Elders, and pack members stood, watching silently. I was bind with a silver chain, which was cutting into my wrist especially that I'm not strong like other normal wolves. The pain rippled through me but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. Knox sat in his throne chair, with Seraphina flanked behind him, her lips still curled into that triumphant smile that leaves me wondering where our sisterhood went wrong.

He grinned at me, more of a snarl. “We are not saving you,” he said. “We are simply taking what is ours.” I tried to resist. I swung my arm around but he blocked it easily and grasped me by the throat. I was losing air. I was simply no match for him. “You may be immune to some things,” he said, “but you are not nearly as strong as I. Nor will you ever be. Vampire. Wolf. Whatever you are.” At that moment there was another blur of motion, and I could suddenly breathe again. I was shocked to see Kyle suddenly stumbling backwards. He went hurling back with such force that he smashed backwards into the marble railing, shattering it, and went flying over its side.

Their weapons responded useless against him, whereas, how could they fight what they couldn't see? Marcus however turned his face away and only heard the long cry of his men, thuds and collision and growls. And soon, it was silent of normal human sound, except for the super fight of Julian and the captives. Soon, Marcus walked out of his protection and met William standing above the bodies of his men, in a pool of blood. "Let's get this over with, shall we?" William smiled and attacked first, which he whooshed pass him standing at the other end with a leaking stomach of blood.