Mask Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

"I've thought about it. We can't sever our bond. As an Alpha, severing ties with my mate would reflect badly on me and throw the pack into public turmoil. "The kids are still young. They need a mother." I had expected his refusal. He said it was for the pack, for his reputation, for the children. But never because he loved me. Luckily, I had prepared for this. After Marcus left, I took out the vial I had been hiding in my clothes the entire time. Without hesitation, I finished it in one go. The bitterness flooded my mouth, but it was nothing compared to the pain Marcus had given me. I endured the agony as it tore through my body. Even as the pain made me convulse, I welcomed the feeling of m

Atlas came over to his side with a reaper card and waved it in front of his face. "I have a soul to pick up. It's not Sophia's but I do need to take off for a bit and Phil's going to tag along. Well, I will be transporting him so he doesn't get weak, " he snickered. Faelon nodded and watched the new mark that was on Sophia's shoulder disappear completely and grinned slightly seeing his bite mark still on her neck. He glanced down between her thighs and saw the mark Vincent put on her. "Why is Vincent's mark still on her?" He asked bluntly. Hoka lowered his hand and sighed.

he thundered. I ripped my sleeve, exposing my upper arm, where my paired mark, vines of infinity, rested like a banded tattoo. It’s a genetic magic attachment. Any creature looking at the weaved vines of infinity knows who that mate belongs to if they have met the person before. The arsehole squinted, and then a sly grin crept over his wolfish lips. I was confused at his reaction. I then realised he wouldn’t be able to see my fated mark because my mate is… gone.

It was then that Marek stepped forward. Marek was a towering figure of muscle and menace, a wolf of immense strength and ruthless skill. His presence alone was enough to draw nervous glances from every corner of the room. His black hair was tied back, his sharp features accentuated by the harsh glow of the torches. Scars lined his arms and neck, trophies of battles past, and his golden eyes gleamed with feral confidence.

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

Victor stumbled back, his arrogant demeanor crumbling. "That's impossible," he snarled. "Guess you underestimated me," I said, my voice dripping with anger. But I wasn't finished yet. I turned to Eric and concentrated all of my concentration on his shackles. The mark burned harder and brighter, making it feel like my entire arm was on fire. The shackles started to fracture. Victor's eyes expanded. "No!" He lifted his palm again, calling the shadows, but they were slower and weaker. The light from my mark appeared to repel them, forming a barrier between Eric and me.

Neither of them did. Mark suddenly came to a halt as he'd successfully eliminated Iñari's little vixen army. His dark fur was smudged with blood stains all over and his red eyes glowed brighter with murderous intent. He spat out a bloodied, severed arm from his mouth as he slowly crept towards Iñari... preparing to pounce on her. He had his predatory eyes on a much bigger prize. "Shouldn't we stop him now?" Bruno nervously whispered to me.

I exclaimed, jumping from the bed to go look at it in the bathroom mirror. “It has to be because you were able to resist it. The mark can't regenerate itself. So once portions fade, they are gone forever. You can't be re-marked either until the mark, in its entirety, is gone.” Raziel said. He was excited, maybe even more excited than I was. I looked back at him as he stepped up behind me. “Will you ever stop impressing me?” He said with a smile. I shrugged, unsure of how I had even impressed him thus far. He snapped and produced me a black and gold sports bra, black leggings, gold panties, and gold combat boots.

As the alpha turned to her with cold eyes, she muttered. “Not anymore, Myra. I reject you, and you don’t have my mark anymore,” he snarled as Myra felt that wicked pain on her wrist as she shot up from the bed. “No!” She screams out, her body trembling in shock as she stares at her arm, the mark still there, the room feels drowsy; meanwhile, Myra rushes to the toilet and turns on the shower, letting the cool water soothe her body. Myra rocks back and forth, feeling suffocated, until she touches her hands to confirm his mark is still there, a mark she had scratched until it became red.

Hardin responded with a smirk and Martina creased her forehead into a frown, her presence didn’t mean anything? “You should take some rest in the guest room, Martina. We will talk when I am done” he added. “What? You are fucking my best friend in front of me and you don’t even care?” She was mad, very mad, “how dare you, Hardin?” He yanked her closer and she gasped in fear, his eyes emitting a dangerous aura that made her shiver to her bone. “Do it while I am being nice, Martina” Not bothering to answer him, she turned her attention back on Melisa who was still sprawled on the bed, she didn’t even bother to cover her naked body.