Mark X William Invincible Novels & Stories

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.

I hated vampires with every fiber of my being and each one of them will pay for what they did to my family. I'll erase all of them from existence. The man was wearing a silver mask over his face. It wasn't human skin I could tell that much but it looked like it. It would definitely be useful for a hunter or something. He moved quickly and tried to grab at my throat but I swatted him away easily. Axel got back on feet growling at him. His eyes turned red for a second and the man disappeared in smoke. He reappeared behind Axel, nipping his right hind leg causing him to collapse.

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

My heart still aches! "I'll take you out of here!" William's eyes were red, and his voice choked, "Even if I pay with my life, I will take you!" " "William, please mark me!" I hugged his neck and said, "Please mark me now!" "

Marcus enjoyed seeing him getting played. Saxon chuckled deeply, sending shivers down one's spine. "Mr. Marcus, if I didn't know your background, I would think you had some connection with the world's top terrorist organization!" Mr. Marcus paused, secretly alarmed. Saxon was a quick thinker. He hadn't revealed any information, but he could detect something was brewing. Having such an enemy was terrifying! No wonder he was able to defeat William. In the power struggle within the Italian Mafia, Mr. Marcus fully supported William, who was also a very intelligent man with countless experiences, but compared to Saxon, it was evident that they were not on the same level.

"Quick." The four of us take cover--me and Marlow behind a shed, Brynn behind a tree, and Gregory behind the boiler room. Moments later, we hear the boiler room door fly open. The four Silver Hunters burst out of the boiler room, their weapons drawn. But they're too late. We're already in position, ready to take them down. Marlow shifts into his gorilla form, his fur bristling as he leaps forward, his eyes glinting in the firelight. The Silver Hunters shout in surprise as he barrels into them, taking them off guard.

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

Maybe it was a long shot to ask William to tell Rosco that there was no room for me, but I had to try. When I reach my destination, I lift a hand and knock, then wait until the door in front of me opens and a very tired-looking William appears. “Maverick?” He eyes me curiously as I examine his state. “Did something happen?” I ask, spotting what looks like claw marks on his cheek. “Nothing of importance.” He sighs, though his voice holds a bit of edge. “What brings you here so early?” For a moment, I don’t speak as I continue to take him in, from his frumped-up white shirt to his unkept hair.

He met her gaze across the room, and for a fleeting moment, there was no chaos, no shadows, no intruder—just the unspoken bond between protector and the one he would die to save. The intruder lunged again, faster this time, and Evelyn’s mark responded instinctively. Shadows wrapped around his limbs, binding him midair, and she sent a pulse of energy that slammed him into the far wall. Dust and debris rained down, but the intruder struggled, snarling through clenched teeth. “You’ve grown stronger,” he spat, his voice laced with venom. “But the academy always takes what it wants. You cannot defy it. Not fully.” Evelyn stepped forward, eyes blazing. “I am not your pawn!” she shouted, voice echo

Some packs see the heroine as salvation (they want to find and protect her). Others see her as a weapon (whoever owns her, owns destiny). And some believe she must be destroyed before she fulfills the prophecy. Each pack searched secretly, oblivious of the fact that each one of them had received the same letter from the moon goddess. Among the Silvermark Pack, Beta Rexor stood tall at his Alpha’s side, a wolf of strength and discipline. His mate, Mariseth, carried herself with quiet grace, admired for her loyalty as much as her beauty. Together they had been blessed with two daughters of same age,