Mark X William Invincible Novels & Stories

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,

We broke apart instantly. I ran with Mia back to the gate. What we saw on the other side stopped every heartbeat in my chest. It wasn’t just a scout. It was an entire hunting party. Half-dead. Covered in blood. And tied to a post behind them— Was Marcus. Barely conscious. Carved into his chest was the symbol of the hidden clan Varin had spoken of. And burned into the post above him: "One blood must fall.”

“But the world is not yet ready.” Aria’s brows furrowed. “What does that mean?” “The Thirteenth’s prison is breaking. But it is not only he who threatens the world now. War is coming from all sides. Rogue packs. Corrupted Voices. The order is crumbling.” Kael stepped up beside her. “Then help us. Give us the strength to fight.” There was a long pause. Then the final Guardian spoke. “We will give you the Blessing of the Vale. But know this—if the Thirteenth rises, only the Marked may stand between salvation and annihilation. No one else can bear it.”

She had to push through. The Sentinel leader’s horse crashed to the ground, its rider flying into the sand. The others struggled to regain their footing, their horses panicking, their bodies swaying as if caught in a violent gust of wind. Sena stood in the center of it all, her chest heaving with each breath, her hands still glowing with the residual energy of the blast. She felt powerful—terrifyingly powerful. But it wasn’t just the power of the Moonmark she felt now. It was the power of her own will, of her choice to stand and fight.