Mohawk Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

She just hopes and prays he doesn't mark her. "Get off his back" he heard the voice of his alpha in his head, he growl back at the alpha, if the monster doesn't drop his daughter he his not backing off. The alpha was forced to use his power to compel him to stop. He trys to revert the force of the power against him but he stumbled to the alpha's power. Senseing the weight lifted from his back, the monster turned to face the the pack of wolves at the entrance of the room with the alpha standing in human form holding a gun that he knew for sure shoot sliver. The beast growl in disapproval, there is only one way he could eat his cake and have it. He placed the newborn on the floor, he looked in

I knew it’d destroy me and I couldn’t stumble more than once with the same stone, because, though I was now a professional and mature man, I knew the fall would be even more painful than eleven years ago, and I doubted I’ll be able to recover if Olivia took me again as a game. The meeting lasted forty-five minutes. They were determining the medias where the campaign would be exposed, the costs and budgets, dates of auditions for actors that will be starring the commercials and all those things, when my phone rang and it showed me the name of Alex, the head of my security. I knew wouldn’t like this conversation. “Mark, I need you to come to Las Vegas right now.” There was never a greeting wit

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Her smile dropped as she continued. “Even though all of us come from the same bloodline, my father was never chosen, nor was I chosen just because your grandfather had somehow obtained that elixir. I was so much better than your father or your grandfather! I would be a better Alpha!” I let out a thundering roar, making the glass panes shake. Moira’s eyes widened, but she didn’t step back or cower. “I am not afraid anymore. Send me to the dungeons. Exile me or whatever. But your bloodline ends with you.”

His words ignite a thousand butterflies, and I enjoy the one second I am not consumed with pain. “You might change your tune once this pup shoots out of me,” I say. “Shoots?” He smiles deviously. “Then I guess this is a good time to tell you that I’m a pretty skilled catcher, too.” “What can’t you do, Mason?” I laugh softly, just to stop abruptly when pain jolts through me again. “I’m the son of an Alpha,” he shrugs. “We’re born to handle just about everything.” Wait, what? How did the son of an Alpha end up in rogue territory?

What matters is why you're here. I closed my eyes and tried to focus; flashbacks of Maverick being taken came to mind. "Maverick! He's been taken!" I gasped. "Sì, coniglietto. Allora cosa vuoi da me?" Yes, bunny. So what do you want from me? I closed my eyes once more and focused. "I need your help going against the Cobras. I know I can't do it alone, and I won't let Damian ruin his life to protect me."

Two guards stood outside, their faces carefully blank as they pulled the doors open for us. Inside, the room fell silent as we entered. Eight people sat around the large oak table that had been in the pack house for generations. Alpha Gregory at the head, with four pack elders, the oldest and most respected wolves, flanking him on either side. My father Thomas sat to Gregory's right, looking uncomfortable. Linda and Damian sat at the far end, both glaring openly at us. I noticed how Cross rolled up his sleeve slightly, revealing a dark mark on his inner wrist, a crescent moon with a star at its center, the mark that all firstborn heirs carried. The symbol of his birthright, clear for everyon

His jaw tightened as if contemplating something dangerous. "The Moonmark," he said finally. "It’s real. And you’re the key." Sena felt a chill run down her spine, but it wasn’t from fear—it was from something deeper, something more instinctual. The Moonmark. She had heard the legends, of course, the stories passed down through whispers in the dark. The mark of the Goddess, the symbol of power, of leadership. But she had always thought it was just a myth. An old tale told to keep the Mute Wolves in line, to remind them of their place.