Mask Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

He looked up and saw two uniformed policemen standing over him, poking and prodding him with their batons, smiling at each other. Kyle tried to remember what happened, how he’d got here. He remembered reporting to Rexius. Then being grabbed, being tied down. Then, the acid. He reached up and felt one side of his face, and it felt normal. Then he reached up and felt the other—and the pain came flooding back. He could feel the contours, the horrible scars, the disfiguration. They had branded him with Ioric acid. A punishment reserved for traitors. He, Kyle, the man who had been loyal to his coven for thousands of years. For one small mistake. It was unthinkable. Kyle felt the pain welling up o

Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist. Cassandra Carter talked about her wealthy husband, who doted on her. Rebecca Jenkins sat there in black-rimmed glasses with the bookish air of a math teacher. They weren't just showing off. They also kept finding ways to get my number. After all, no one expected that the girl who used to be nothing, the girl with that blunt bob haircut back then, would show up driving a Rolls-Royce.

She spun, knife up, searching the dark. “The next one won’t be,” she warned. “I hope not,” I murmured, stepping easily over her trap. “I’d hate to be disappointed in my future mate.” Her knife flashed through the air. I caught it by the handle, the blade halting inches from my cheek. The silence let me enjoy the weight of it in my hand... well-balanced, sharp, wrapped in weathered leather. Mara’s mark was carved near the base: a crescent moon and three lines. Old rebellion. Old blood. She’d likely never told Maeve what it meant.

“She may not survive the night.” Something inside me spark. Something familiar. Protective. “Then make sure she does,” I growled. “Use everything you have. Every herb, every drop of moonroot or wolfsbane extract. Do you understand me?” Elara bowed. “Yes, Alpha.” Then she began administering treatment to her, barking out orders to her subordinates. I watched as they try to stabilise her for a while before stepping out of the tent. I let out a long, exasperated sigh as I pressed a finger to my temple. Then I made my way back towards the forest to check if the Rogues are all dead.

I turn to look, arching my back so I can see and sure enough, his handprint is clear as day on my white ass cheek. “Mine,” he growls possessively, reaching out to gently graze a finger over his mark on my ass. “Not without your mark, I’m not,” I snarl, slapping his hand away from me. “It’s only a matter of time, beautiful.” “I have no intention of ever letting you mark me, Alpha.” “Good thing I have the patience of a saint then,” he says, smirking at me.

she finally managed to say, but the large Alpha at the end of the table shook his head, as if cutting off any consideration of the other man. "No worries, Darling. We'll have him taken care of by the end of the week. By the end of the month your mark will have begun to fade. Once Reed marks you it will fade even faster. Especially if we keep on giving you the injections for a couple of months. With your wolf suppressed we can get rid of the mark in two months, tops. If Reed marks and mates you a month from now, it ought to be completely gone in time for the wedding. We probably won't even be able to see it in pictures when these two get married." Lyra giggled and laid her head against Luca's

There on his neck is an angry red scar in the shape of my wolf's jaw. “Oh my god, I'm so sorry,” I cover my mouth with my hand, utterly mortified and what I've done. “Hey, don't apologise, I'm honoured to wear your mark,” he smiles, and I can tell he is genuine. I look at Axel who wears the same mark, although it's not as visible with his shirt on. He gives me a nod and smiles proudly. I look at Luke next, who has his shirt off, his mark a stark contrast against his pale skin.

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.

The person who was supposed to be her father-in-law and grandpa to the pups that she would bear if she ever would have mated to Ace Ales tilted her head to the left to check if the evidence of having a mate was still there. To her disappointment, the mark was still visible. It had healed and turned into a scar which the doctor said that it would never disappear no matter how hard she tried to erase the evidence. Of course she had gone to the doctor and asked him to give her the medicine that would help to heal and get rid of the scar completely because she had tried her grandma's herbs to no avail. "I hate you,"Alessandra mumbled under her breath and tried to cover the mark using the collar

There were fighters so they were forced to fight. No one is pulling them. All of Regor's staff went missing. "Are you alright?" Scarlett asked Astra because it was about to be shot and Scarlett saw the man who was going to shoot her. "I'm fine. Thanks. I have a graze but it's not deep. It's a good thing. I'm wearing bullet proof on my body but of course it's still on my shoulder." Scarlett put a cloth on it that she tied to stop the bleeding. "Next time be careful, okay?"