Mark X William Invincible Novels & Stories

Atlas came over to his side with a reaper card and waved it in front of his face. "I have a soul to pick up. It's not Sophia's but I do need to take off for a bit and Phil's going to tag along. Well, I will be transporting him so he doesn't get weak, " he snickered. Faelon nodded and watched the new mark that was on Sophia's shoulder disappear completely and grinned slightly seeing his bite mark still on her neck. He glanced down between her thighs and saw the mark Vincent put on her. "Why is Vincent's mark still on her?" He asked bluntly. Hoka lowered his hand and sighed.

AJ… The fucker branded her. It was red and raw and looked like it was going to become infected but the AJ was so prominent… It was a scar she was to wear for the rest of her life. He made it so the world now understood that she was his… Sick fucker that he was… She would forever remember AJ now… Not that he was easy to forget. Lillianna did not see AJ again until later that night. The men had left and it was only the ladies. “So you are like a cow… They mark cows right?” Sally was being a complete bitch to her. Marla and Britney laughed. Lillianna for the life of her could not understand how anybody could be so cruel.

His body as if remembering what had happened, stiffened delectably at the memory. “Also intrigued by him?”. Ilias, his beta asked, mirth evident in his tone. Faiz knew who he was referring to. “I knew he would be the best among them”. Ilias continued. He had many warriors, but had never seen such face before. One who could act brazenly only made him more intrigued. Faiz didn’t know when he asked about his identity, until Ilias’ response. “Iver Kyronne. One of the clan members, from a family filled with Omega’s. He is also here for the position”. Faiz’s head whipped in shock at his explanation.

“Imagine what it would do to any of us. To Alia. Or others in the lands. The General doesn't care who he harms, family or stranger alike. He'll do whatever it takes to get his way. And we have no idea how many stashes he has. We can't wait for him to strike again before we act.” With that, he headed downstairs, motioning for Sam, Alia and me to follow. As we entered the lab, Sam switched on some devices. The humming sound of machines filled the room. Lord Marco took me to a chair and gestured for me to sit. “What we need to do first is confirm something critical,” he said. “The Lumina VIII you were exposed to–I believe it's still in your system. Your blood hasn't reacted to it in the way it

The smell of smoke and the tinny, iron scent of blood hit her nose with the force of a fist. In the centre of the circle were three kneeling figures. Her father, his Beta James and the combat trainer, Eric. All of them looked beaten. Her fathers shirt was torn and soiled, his hair was matted to his forehead with blood, he looked a thousand years old. Beta James was so covered in bruises he was nothing but a swollen, purple pile of flesh. She couldn't see Eric properly, he was leaning so far forward she only recognised him from the flame tattoo on the back of his neck, his chest was heaving, like he couldn't breathe.

” 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

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

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

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