Mask Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

The alliance we had worked for, bled for, suffered for—stood assembled behind me. Edric’s presence burned just beyond the archers. I didn’t turn, but I could feel him—solid, unwavering, mine. I drew in a breath. The ash caught in my throat, but I let the magic rise anyway—gold and storm, light and heat. My mark blazed now, visible through my armor, pulsing across my collarbone like a war drum of its own. The general raised his blade again. Lightning cracked sideways across the battlefield. So I raised my hand.

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.

“I’m here. It’s over. You’re safe now. We are all safe now.” His gaze landed on the corpse. “Who is that?” I crouched, forcing myself to study the body instead of shaking apart. His mask had fallen away, revealing a scarred face, eyes wide with fanatic fire even in death. But it wasn’t his face that froze me. It was his chest. Carved into his skin, branded by fire, was the Ravenfall sigil. I touched it, fingers trembling against the raised, burned lines. “Ravenfall,” I whispered.

Liora gasped softly, her body arching into Christen’s touch, as if she could sense what was about to happen. Christen’s wolf mark seared into Liora’s skin, a bond eternal and unbreakable. The sensation was both painful and exhilarating, a brand that marked Liora as his and his alone. Liora’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as she felt the heat of the mark spreading through her. Her body trembled, not in fear, but in surrender, her trust in Christen absolute. “You’re mine,” Christen murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. His lips brushed against Liora’s ear, his breath warm and inviting. “Forever.”

Ivan said. He sat next to the unconscious man and touched his face. A while ago, he was tempted to mark him but he controlled himself. He can't mark someone who don't have feelings for him. Even though, he has feelings for that person. "I'm sorry, I know you love Jaime, Daveryl. The mark won't fight and stays in your gland if you don't have feelings for him. By the way, the product that you've discussed with me, has finally done. Your product, will soon be recognized by all Alphas and Omegas." Ivan said before he stands up.

My cheeks burn as I realize he has stayed by my side all night. I slowly peel myself away from him, careful not to disturb him or draw attention to myself. I wrap myself in a small blanket and quietly slip out of the room. Once I get back to my room, I quickly stand in front of a mirror so I can look at my body. My heart races as I look at the spot where Alpha Xavier marked me. The marking is a series of intricate, swirling patterns etched into my skin, dark against its paleness. They shimmer in the soft light of my room, seeming to hold a life of their own.

"Nice work! We have caught one of the enemies and now we need to find out what he can tell us about his group. Did you all see his mark?" I asked to make sure that we are certain about him. "Yes, it is in his back Alpha." Beta Alex turned him around as fast and broke his shirt while he groans in pain to show the skin on his behind. The Mark on his back is big enough to confirm that he is a part of the large group that wants to conquer us. I walk towards him and made him face me the warriors and Beta Alex backed away for a safe distance. "Tell me your name!?"

Then, he handed him a mask. His dilemma was solved when Ortega gave him the mask. He wore it and looked in the mirror to check his appearance. With the ninja mask on, it was only his eyes that remained visible and it would be hard for anyone to recognize him. “This is ridiculous! How could they let us in when it’s too hard to recognize us while wearing the mask?” “Don’t worry about it. Paloma has it covered already,” Ortega answered and reminded him of the password. Marcus recalled that at the bottom of the invitation card that Paloma emailed to him, there was a note that looked like a slogan. He thought it was just an added detail. “Ah, the password.” He answered, then he drove towards the

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

I hated vampires with every fiber of my being and each one of them will pay for what they did to my family. I'll erase all of them from existence. The man was wearing a silver mask over his face. It wasn't human skin I could tell that much but it looked like it. It would definitely be useful for a hunter or something. He moved quickly and tried to grab at my throat but I swatted him away easily. Axel got back on feet growling at him. His eyes turned red for a second and the man disappeared in smoke. He reappeared behind Axel, nipping his right hind leg causing him to collapse.