Mohawk Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Moonshade’s forest had always been a sanctuary—an ancient, sacred place where the pack thrived under the watchful gaze of the moon. But tonight, the familiar rustle of leaves felt different. The wind carried whispers of fear, betrayal, and impending doom. Aria stood at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the dense expanse of trees that stretched far beyond the horizon. The pale silver light of the full moon bathed the land in an ethereal glow, but it did little to soothe the storm raging inside her. Her mark, a dark sigil burned into her flesh by the enemy alpha, pulsed faintly under her skin. It was a constant reminder that she was tethered—caught between two worlds.

“Hmm, I don’t see Alpha Draven… which means you are all alone… and that means you all trespassed into my lands with no regard for my power, did you not?” "We—we mean no harm; just let us pass," Enzo said toward the alpha as he stood in front of the trio, with Markus’ head still covered with a hooded cloak and Myra protecting him from the Red Dawn chief’s gaze. “And why should I do that? You are the criminals for trespassing into my territory; you need to pay. Hmm, I wonder what hefty price your alpha will pay to get you back. I’m sure it will be a lot,” he said, and Myra saw red.

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

(Major Serena) “Yeah..it’s .. “.(Green Mohawk Mercenary) Her smiles made the Mercenary guards fell for a moment.But as he relief that the Major were about to let him go, instead he was stuck right across the jaw with the handle of the Desert Eagle, knocking him out cold.

No one has been able to survive their onslaught. The pack rose to prominence after Zavion Kessler- better known as Invictus- the unconquerable- ascended to the throne. He is called unconquerable both in terms of battle skills and looks. They say he is the handsome devil with a soul as bright as the new moon. You getting it, right? He doesn’t know what mercy is. He feeds off on violence and thrives in others' fear. None of his victims got the opportunity to look beyond his vicious death claws. It is also believed that the barbaric alpha eats his victims’ heart and bathes in their blood to enhance his power. Some say he has made a pact with a demon of hell who shares his power with him and in

"I now seal your choice..." I then sink my canines into his skin. He struggles a little against me and lets out a small scream of pain as I allow a little of my King Alpha's power to seep into the mark. I then remove my canines, swipe my tongue over the bite and watch as my mark of a black wolf wearing a crown glows gold and then disappears. I step back and let him go; he goes straight back to kneeling in front of me. "My name is Maverick, Master Alpha!"