Mohawk Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

He knew about it because he was bonded with his destined omega whom he loves so much. "forget about what Gino told you about the whole destined partner thing. No matter what happens I will never want to mark you willingly cause I have a girlfriend who is waiting for me. I already told you about her and my plans on proposing to her so don't even think about doing some kind of tricks on me. What we have is only a physical attraction due to our second genders."

Fast. Commander Mohawk was approaching, on his way to check the prize of his successful hunt. She hastily looked around. She looked around with clouded eyes. Commander Mohawk, lights, machines, pipes, floor, rat, blood, anything. Anything she could use as a diversion. She had come this far. She was already halfway to her rescue plan. There was no turning back now. She had to make this work. She had to escape this sniper-level monster in front of her.

Chapter 94 Auction “My gown just arrived,” Amethyst uttered while they were at Gabe and Larisa's house. Finally, they were able to go there. “The theme is white and black, right?” Estevan asked. Actually, they were all there together. The Mafia party will be held in the evening. Everyone in the Mafia world is probably busy preparing. Meanwhile, the Gabriels and the Clybornes are there, eating together. “Yeah. It is always the theme,” Gabe replied and shook his head. The Mafia world is always loyal to everyone's favorite color, white and black.

He then sat down on the sofa, opening a new can of beer, and gulped it down which moistened his dry throat before he said to Mohawk, “You guessed the beginning but not the end, huh?” “Hump! Cohen, don’t be complacent. We’re not finished yet. Just you wait!” One of Mohawk’s hands had been crippled, and he lost sensation in one of his legs because of a strike by the baton. However, he still had not realized what kind of person he had offended. He looked so unafraid that it was comical.

Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying. “You sure about that, boss?” he asked. “Symbol lights up, you touch it, you get branded. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘nothing’ to me.” “Keep your eyes on the road,” I replied. “I am.” He wasn’t. Not entirely. None of us had expected the Mark to react like that. We’d seen sketches, blurry photos smuggled out by the undercover asset I’d planted in the sect months ago. Some cultists had symbols tattooed on them, carved into the walls, painted in blood.

I tightened my jaw, trying to control the puke that threatened to escape. Everyone in that pack owned this mark. Everyone in the same pack that wiped out my kind—Eserais, and trapped me with humans to keep me safe. From what I knew, the Elders of the pack never popped at people’s house unless their Alpha sent them on an errand. They always came to collect. I palmed the back of my neck, letting the voices in my head convince me that they came here for something else. Only mom and dad knew who… what I was. They knew what would happen if they ratted me out.

Red Mohawk bellowed as he turned and snatched a four-year old girl from her mother, all while shrieking maniacally, "I'll die if I go back without the money, but at least I get to take someone down with me now!" "What?!" Frank was furious that the Red Mohawk would resort to taking a hostage—such an underhanded move! "Mommy!" The girl held hostage bawled endlessly right then. "No! Sweetie!" The mother did a double take as Red Mohawk really caught her off guard, or she would never have let go! She charged forward, trying to take her daughter back, but Red Mohawk kicked her to the floor even before she got close. "Fuck off!" Red Mohawk spat at her, before turning toward Frank with a savage grin

I'm not," I said as I pulled my hand out of his grasp. I was nothing more than a tool for stabilizing the pack, a machine to bear his children. I was an unpaid nanny, a bargaining chip my family used to trade for benefits. I had never truly lived as myself. I was sick of this life. I looked Marcus straight in the eyes, my voice steady. "You said you'd sever our mate bond. Does that still stand?" His face darkened, the familiar coldness settling back in. "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.

Maximus replied and rolled up sleeves of his right hand and showed up his right hand… Draco was having his eyes fixed on Maximus wrist as he asked him “What is that?” Maximus was bearing a red burned thin fish shaped mark which was in shape of a circle and moon… “I don’t know…. I just found this on my hand…. old guard told us that we can’t leave until we bear this mark on our flesh… to prove their words old guards even threw us out of border of Nakota but we ended up getting burning pain in our entire body….” Maximus replied Draco looked surprised with his words when Jasmine eye went wide as she muttered “Horraisces mark”

The mohawk guy was dead! For a moment, the entire place was deadly silent. The members from Missouri’s Divine Constabulary were stunned, speechless. How could it be possible that this was a civilian elder? This was clearly an unfathomable martial arts master! “And you!” Alex said, and the young man who had smashed into Alex with the iron rod looked like a frightened deer when he saw the mohawk guy’s neck being snapped. He had already guessed that he would be Alex’s next target, so as soon as Alex said those words, he retreated abruptly.