Mask Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

Pockmark Mask now. ***

I wasn’t alone in this forest, and maybe that was the most terrifying part of all. One of the masked soldiers stepped over a fallen body and lifted his hand. The others stopped at once, blades held ready, boots planted in the mud. His mask was different from the rest, marked with a thin red line painted from forehead to chin like a wound that had never closed. The moment I saw it, something ugly twisted in my memory. Training room whispers. Restricted files. A symbol carved into the corner of mission orders no one was supposed to question. Clean-up team had been too soft of a word.

Vanessa said, looking at it. “The Lunaris mark is never corrupted,” she said, and I panted. “What do you mean?” I responded, feeling my heart beat increase. “Here. The dark mark,” Vanessa said, touching the birthmark. It burned, and I groaned. Killian slapped her hand away, and I fell down onto his hard chest. I followed her gaze, looking down at the mark, but it had disappeared. There was only a soft glow of the mark on my shoulder blade. “That's odd. I saw it just now,” Vanessa said.

I smile as I open my link with him. "You may approach Maverick..." "Alpha, master, they will kill me as soon as they see me..." "No, they won't..." I send out my Royal Alpha aura and then hear him whimper in my head, "Alpha, master..." "I activated the mark on your shoulder now no one will touch you, as they will be able to feel my power come off of the mark I put on your shoulder..." I just stand there and wait as Maverick slowly walks out of the woods behind me, making his way around so he is now kneeling in front of me. He says barely above a whisper,

Eric removed the black mask Mark Bruce had on revealing his face. Mark Bruce was bald with an oblong head. He had a scar that ran from his nostrils to under his left eye. He has a frown on his face and his teeth on his lower lip. He also had a tattoo on the right side of his face. It was just a tattoo of his initial which was M and B. Eric was more than elated he had arrested the infamous Mark Bruce which the American police had been trying to capture for a while now. It was a big victory to his administration. He couldn't wait to tell the Chief of Police and for all the news outlets to have the news of Mark Bruce's arrest being broadcasted. "Well, I told you commander. I knew exactly wha

I asked. "Because your mother showed me," Mara said, and she rolled up her sleeve. There, on her upper arm, was a mark. Not a scar or a tattoo, but something that looked like it had been burned into her skin. The shape of it was intricate and ancient, and it glowed faintly in the dim light of the tent. "She marked me with her blood," Mara explained. "It was her way of creating a record, a witness to the truth. The mark glows when a lie is being told in my presence. When false power is wielded. It's been burning almost constantly since Marcus took control."

Free. "They're all gone," I breathed. "Every single one." Hundreds of people. Free. "What about you?" Marcus asked. "The fifth mark—" I looked at my arm. The mark was complete. But instead of the solid black of death, it was silver. Threaded with light. "The mate bond changed it," I said, understanding. "Transformed the cost. Made it something we could survive." Kade pulled me close. "Don't ever do that again." "Which part? Breaking an entire network of dark magic or almost dying?"