Mark X William Invincible Novels & Stories

” Bury it where no one would find it,” I commanded, gazing at the dead body one last time; however, I heard a familiar voice calling out to me, from behind. “ Lilith, it seems you had a party,” the familiar muttered. I swerved toward the direction where the voice was coming from, and instantly, a malicious smile appeared on my lips. “ William” He served as my informant, and whenever I required information about someone, I turned to him. Williams is a werewolf, but he was raised in the human world, allowing him to seamlessly adapt to their lifestyle. From the moment I met him, it became clear that we shared a common enemy—Marcus. Williams has proven to be invaluable to me; there’s not a singl

A glass shattered under a boot. “Enough,” Fintan snapped, power rising. William slammed his shoulder into the King. Xavier held firm. He yanked Williams wrist up, poised to snap it. And then he froze. His back bowed as if an arrow had taken him under the ribs. His head dropped. A sound came out of him, raw, broken. Not anger. Pain. He clutched his chest, then his shoulder, then the side of his neck where the mate mark sat. “Xavier?” I said, already moving.

They try to bring each other down, fighting to protect the honor and courage they have. However, William has extraordinary inner strength. His hatred and desire to protect Juliana gave him an unexpected extra boost. In a sudden finishing attack, William launched a direct attack towards the boy's abdomen, overtaking his opponent's defenses. His fist landed precisely on target, causing the man to fall to the floor in a helpless state, seemingly starting to spit out liquid from his mouth. William deliberately stepped on the helpless man's hand, a groan came from his mouth again but he was completely unable to speak again.

William said not taking his eyes off his document and his voice came out monotonous. "Group B can do without me, something much more important came up." Mark said as he approached the desk. "More important than the east zone invasion?" William paused in whatever he was reading but his gaze remained glue to the document. "Yeah. Ethaniel." Mark said. "What about him?" William asked. "He can't stay here anymore." Mark said putting enough seriousness in his words. William finally looked up, fixing his son in the eye. "And why that?" Mark sigh, "I think we're slowly destroying him, look at him, when he came here he was more healthier than that. Living around werewolf as a human omega is slowly dr

William as the third youngest son before Dracula is a very talented entity and extremely powerful, even powerful than other councils because his mode of transcendence is just so outstanding not even the ancientest Corvinus could take him down. "I know what you're both thinking but seriously? How will he able to take the three of us? He can't!" Dracula said knowing the looks on their faces. Lady Sif was thoughtful so as Corvinus, they were both scared of him because he isn't just immortal but more. They've seen him in action during their time of dethroning their father, William was the only sibling against their fathers designation and waged war against his other brothers. None of them could

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

But why was that a concern for William? He began to unbutton his shirt. I lifted my fork and pointed at him. “Don't you dare,” I said. “I'm not trying anything with you. I want to show you something.” He unbuttoned his shirt. When Mia looked at his chest, she saw the same crescent birthmark on his chest. Her hand shook. “How…? How do you have the same birthmark?” She asked. “I can't take back what I've done but I'll spend my years seeking atonement for this crime to the goddess,” William said.

I said carefully, and the man’s olive-skinned face broke into an amused smile. “That’s funny, neither do I.” He whispered and the hard edge in his voice told me he wasn't a wolf to be messed with. I had heard tales of Markov the Slayer. A white-haired wolf with the power to wield silver swords and not take any damage himself. A feat that exhausted even the great Fedora. There was no doubt that we would need him out there on the field seeing as the elders had refused to give us more soldiers. “To war and bloodshed then,” My smile was full of teethstopping just short of my cold, hard eyes before I snatched a goblet from the outstretched tray of a servant, raising it in the air as the wolves su

The door clicked shut behind me, sealing us both inside that charged space. He moved slowly, deliberately, as if unsure how I would react. Every muscle in his body was coiled tight, restrained power just waiting to snap free. His shirt hung loosely open, exposing a slender, lean torso. A faint scar traced a line down his abdomen—a reminder of battles fought long ago. His chest still heaved with each ragged breath, and I could see the effort it took him just to keep it together. His entire presence was raw, unfiltered strength, and I felt it all in every nerve ending.

“Wow. You really are something, Mr. Lucas. Took you no time at all to track this place down through the IP address.” William stormed over and grabbed him by the collar, slamming him hard against the glass. “If you’ve got the guts, fight me head-on. Stop hiding behind these filthy tricks. “All you ever do is go after the people around me. Is that all you’ve got, Xenos? Because if so, I’m beyond disappointed.” Up close, William’s eyes burned with rage, like a whirlpool of fury. But Xenos just kept smiling lazily. “Come on, I’m just helping out a friend. I’m generous like that.”