Mark X William Invincible Mga Nobela at Kwento

hissed Mark stared at James, ignoring William, who is currently in pain. "James! Didn't you know for yourself that I treated Elliona like a queen? But... But THIS ASSHOLE WITH ALL HIS CUNNING WIT TRAPPED AND TOYED WITH MY SISTER" him snapS again- again by pointing at William who is still lying on the hospital floor. "I don't care if I kill this fucking man" hisses Mark and prepares to beat William back. "BROTHER" Elliona shouts with all her power, she is helped to walk by Kyla.

I am sure he would have broken Max’s arms and legs by now, but as long as he has the female in his arms, his priority is her. I am angry as well because I can’t express how much I hate males who abuse females. Especially those who are paired with human females and act as if it was the greatest punishment they could receive. Mark gets close to William and the female and starts inspecting her injuries. When our team was created, we were required to take a medical course. I was kicked out during the first class—the teacher didn’t like that I called him a misogynist. He had been kind enough to comment that females should not hunt vampires but take care of pups and their homes. Before I left his

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.

That honour fell to her, with Emily running a close second. William was an Elder, around the two hundred years old mark. He was a bit of an enigma, with dark hair cut short in an approximation of a human Marine's style. He wasn't tall like the other males either, standing around about five foot ten; however, his lack of height did nothing to diminish the aura of danger that surrounded him. The only males Mara had seen with wider shoulders and thicker arms were Nors and Liam. William was built for power, pure and simple, and yet, there was an overt sexiness about him that most females noticed instantly.

MIRACLE'S POV What. The. Fuck. I have to reject that asshole? No way in hell! If I reject him and this mark disappears, he is going to kill me and he won't die with me. I feel like snapping that Witch or Oracle Amanda's neck. How did she even come here?! “ Stay there. ” Xavier warns as I step too close to him. What's with all of them wanting me to stay far-far away from them? It's not like I am powerful or I can hurt them. I grin at him creepily as he eyes me down.

All this began when a man named Marcus Levia stepped into Morrigan. News reached King Marwick after ninety days, so he took a stroll to know who the gentle man was, seeing Marcus Levia, King Marwick was delighted. Marcus was a pale skinned man with good stature having long dark hair; a man who was one with his sword and knew no flaw. King Marwick welcomed Marcus into his Castle and made him Commander over the Morrigan forces. Together they warded of attacks from preying kingdoms and knew no defeat; Marcus was a god in man vessel, having the strength of five well-built men and the power to summon lightning. He was able to take down troops before they could advance; his speed and skills were t

To NEVER mess with a werewolf superior to you. William may be trapped inside a silver-coated cell, and he may have been injured by a silver weapon, but that does not make him inferior to Steve, nor does it make him weak. Likewise, that did not make the werewolf who put him in his prison superior to him. Perhaps it will make them look stronger, but that was it. It only made Steve look like he was the stronger wolf. When in truth he was nothing more than a coward hiding behind things that will weaken William and possibly prevent him from doing more damage to the Beta. 'The next time that guy comes in here, I will coax him into opening that door and coming in here. And let him see what real hel

Mary Kinson stood up straight exhausted and shook his head at Whit Ben: "I'm fine." Someone was hurt for himself. Whit Ben was secretly surprised that Mary Kinson could fight with these people alone! And hurt zero one? As soon as William came in, Everyone called in unison: "Seven masters." Zero-one, standing on the far left, stood upright, his hands hanging on his sides, and the blood of his right arm dripped to the ground along his fingertips. William's thin lips opened, "Go back." Although he didn't care, people can still feel the cruel rage spread from him. Even though their hands are covered with countless blood, they are still dwarfed by William.

Stop! The starshots were shorter than fencing foils but a few inches longer than normal arrows. They were featherlight but as hard as diamonds, and if Noah and Miles were very, very careful, the two of them might make it out of this alive. Somehow, with Miless help, Noah might cleave free of his past. He sliced through the air with his starshot, advancing a few steps toward the Nephilim.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male