Mark X William Invincible Novels & Stories

It was everything good and Mark howled inside him, excited and restless. 'Mate. Mate,' Mark howled again, the word echoing in his mind. But.... How could this be? What the hell just happened? ........why a human? Why would a human be his mate? Again? He blinked slowly, his nostrils flaring in irritation as if she wasn't even human. As if she was some house roach that he'd want to trample under his feet. “You’re human…” he murmured, barely audible. “But why does it smell like fate?”

“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.”

Mark said in an arrogant tone. Suddenly, every other pair of eyes in the room widened in surprise. One of the shocked thugs almost lost control of Mark's hand, and Mark almost managed to duck out of the way before the other attacked Mark's lungs from behind, knocking him off balance. William was now in complete shock. His mouth was suddenly stiff, and he was unable to speak. There was a few moments of silence before Mark's voice finally returned, "So please cooperate, Sir. First of all, tell these people to let us go," Mark ordered as he stood up with a firm grip on the two thugs.

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.

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.

Would’ve I was dead? I quickly got up from my bed, turning on the lights. I ran over to my mirror and looked at myself in horror. There was a huge bite mark on my right shoulder. It was still slightly red, but it couldn’t have healed this quickly. I ran my hands over the new sore, grimacing when I felt pain. It wasn’t a dream?

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

“When the Moon-Lake Pack was still powerful, you were arrogant. You bullied everyone here at the academy—especially Wynette.” “You owe them an apology.” “Drink a glass for each of them.” I looked at the table. It wasn’t just a few glasses. It was dozens—each one filled with potent spirits. Not ordinary wine. These were dangerous even for a healthy wolf. My wolf was already weak. Barely holding on. I inhaled shakily. “What if I refuse?” One of them leaned in, voice dripping with mockery. “Taryn, you have no pack now. No name. No power. You sure you want to make enemies again?”

"You locked her up. Treated her like garbage. And now you think you deserve to find her? To meet your child? You don't deserve either of them." Every word was a knife, cutting deep because they were true. "Maybe not," I said quietly. "But I'm going to find them anyway. And there's nothing you can do to stop me." "We'll see about that." Marco stepped closer, his hand moving toward his jacket. In one smooth motion, I grabbed his wrist, twisted, and had him face-down on the ground with his arm pinned behind his back. "Don't," I said calmly, pressing my knee into his back. "I'm trying very hard to keep this alliance civil. But if you pull a weapon on me, that ends. Understood?"

"Three signatures. Kinetic armor. Heavy ordinance. Victor Kalos’s elite cleaners." Aris stared up at the opening. A rope, thick and braided with wire, snaked down from the darkness, hitting the ground with a heavy thud. A boot, reinforced with carbon-fiber plating, followed, landing in the filth with absolute, terrifying silence. "They found us," Aris said, his voice flat, drained of all hope.