Mask Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

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

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

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

Measured and disciplined. Draven didn’t look up. “I thought had forgotten about me, Marko! And you are Late,” he said flatly. A shadow stopped beside him. “Had to make sure no one followed,” Marko replied calmly. Draven finally glanced at him. Marko looked the same as always — plain clothes, neutral expression, the kind of face you’d forget in seconds. In his hand was a sealed envelope. Black wax. The BloodFall insignia pressed deeply into it.

But how the heck was it appearing so fast only because we kissed and touched as that mark was supposed to appear only after we did the marking ceremony! And I was truly not ready for him to know that I was royalty and a princess before the marking ceremony. So I quickly pressed my mouth back on his and used my other hand to graze his shoulder causing the mark to become invincible. It was a power given to Royalty when we wanted to hid ourselves and appear normal. I guess since he was my mate i could also do the same on him. We then continued kissing there on the lockers. I will not complain as my Lucas was a hell of a good kisser. My legs were now wrapped around him and my back was leaning ag

"I don't know how today will go, but I expect you will be able to control the situation without us having to go to extremes. In case there aren't many exits, you'll have to mark her" My face immediately closed up. Neither Sin nor I was going to forcibly mark Hope. My wolf had learned his lesson a few days ago. "Not permanently, at least not yet." Marcus I arched my eyebrow, not quite understanding what he was talking about. "Not many people know or can do that, but in your case, I'm sure it will work out." Marcus took Hope's right hand, turned and showed me a spot on her wrist. "There are several types of Marks. You may already know this, but this one is almost forbidden. It's a temporary ma

I gently pulled my hand away, admiring my handiwork, and drinking in the sight of Roxy, now forever bearing my mark. The silver infinity symbol, now emblazoned on Roxy's skin, shone with a radiant light, as if infused with an inner luminescence. The mark stretched vertically from her temple to the curve of her lower jaw, its delicate filigree and vines spilling down onto her neck like a tender caress.

“You must tread carefully. The mark’s purpose will reveal itself in time. Until then, protect yourself and those around you.” Her eyes flicked to Jarek, then back to me. “And be wary of who you trust.” The warning hung in the air like a storm cloud. Jarek cleared his throat. “Well, that was cheerful. Anything else we should know?” Mother Ilena didn’t respond immediately. She moved to the cluttered table, picking up a small vial of dark liquid. Handing it to me, she said, “This will mask the mark temporarily. Use it sparingly. It won’t last forever.”

I could smell the harsh edges of smoke in my throat, and I covered my mouth with the smock of my dress to keep from inhaling it. Marvolo stood, the mark still on his neck. This one didn’t seem to be healing like the other. He was just as frayed as everyone else, no longer looking like a vampire of high society, but rather, a frantic mess. “You!” he said, pointing a finger at Lucas. “You did this!”

"No...No, you need to take me back." Marek shakes his head slowly. "I'm not going to take you back." He looks the exact same as the time he kidnapped me. He wears all black, a hood pulled over his head partially, hands that rest on his legs covered in gloves. His marking is gone, no sight of it to be seen, meaning he used his powers recently, although part of me already knows that, and is not willing to admit it just yet.