Mark X William Invincible Novels & Stories

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.

"Give us the room, everyone. I'll see what I can do. Bianca can stay." With a wave of his hand, Chase gestured to them to leave. He then went over and took the blanket off William. What he saw next left him speechless, and he could not help but grimace at the sight. To his horror, William's chest was visibly sunken. He could see at least seven or eight broken ribs. One of the ribs was even misaligned, nearly penetrating William's heart. "Who did this?" Chase asked solemnly. Deep down, Chase knew whoever did this had to be an exceptional martial artist. The attacker must have thrown a punch straight into William's chest, crushing his ribs in an instant.

Camelia carefully pulled William’s damaged jacket aside. A deep cut stretched across his shoulder. Not fatal. But serious enough. Marko exhaled sharply. “He lost too much blood.” William gave a weak laugh under his breath. “Still alive.” “Barely,” Marko muttered. Camelia’s eyes filled immediately. “What were you thinking?” she whispered shakily. William looked away toward the dying fire. “I wasn’t.” The answer hurt more than anger. Marko stood. “I’ll prepare the transport.” Then quietly left them alone.

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

Marcel roars again, and the moment he does, his men charge forward. Mark throws himself between them and me, blocking the first few strikes. “Mark, stop this!” Marcel growls. Mark doesn’t stop. He strikes without hesitation. “No! I won’t let you hurt her!” he shouts as he twists behind one of the warriors and snaps his neck with brutal force. My breathing is shallow, my ribs burning. But I start limping forward again, dragging one leg behind the other. Every step feels like I’m dragging a mountain with me. My body’s shaking so badly, it’s a miracle I’m still upright.

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.

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.