Omni Man Beating Mark Novels & Stories

"Damon, I do have a favor to ask of you." Ethan had been so smug about his "Heir," hadn't he? He thought of me—his "barren" ex-mate-to-be—as nothing but dead weight. Fine. If we were going to break up, I was going to make sure it was loud enough to shake the foundations of the pack. I picked up my phone. I angled the camera to capture the large, powerful hand currently adjusting my IV drip. In the photo, the man’s hand was scarred from battle, his fingers long and dominant as they held my pale wrist.

The man bowed to Madam Owen and Marcus looked at me before clearing his throat. Before he could speak, Sonia rushed to us with a phone. "Isn't that my phone?" I asked and Sonia smiled. She approached her father, leaned on him and told him to watch a video. At first, Marcus smiled rubbing her hair, but his expression later turned serious. "What is it?" I asked. Instead of responding to me, he passed the phone to Collins who later passed it to me. In the video, an Omega was beating another Omega. "We would be back," Marcus said getting up with Collins.

That and he was incredibly strong, evidenced by the bruising spreading across my ribs. “Is it always going to be like this?” “Until you can prove you can beat all of them,” said Mark simply, throwing me a towel and crossing his arms. “Again.” I growled, once more debating the lesser of two evils and unsure of whether the tedious work of the morning or this grueling combat was worse. At least books didn’t give me bruised ribs. Or fat lips. Galpin flipped me onto my back, knocking the air from my lungs before Mark signaled the end of the round. He wandered over to me as I lay there, trying to restore my breath.

The ground quaked as energy rippled outward, lifting leaves, pebbles, and even the mist into the air. “You shouldn’t have remembered that name,” she said quietly, her voice trembling with restrained fury. The masked man laughed. “But you did, didn’t you? Reborn or not, that cursed soul still screams inside you.” Maren whimpered from where she knelt, clutching her wounded shoulder. “My lady…” Rey’s focus shifted for a fraction of a second, enough for the intruder to thrust a wave of dark energy her way. The attack spiraled like black fire, swallowing everything in its path.

He was about to leave his sight to go sit in the living room when Aiden dragged him back. He reached into his pocket for his phone and gave it to Mark. "Explain this!" Mark's expression changed as he looked at the picture. He looked surprised, but he quickly masked it off. "So? This is just a picture of me." "What were you doing there? And don't you dare lie to me!" Aiden screamed. For a second, Mark got scared at his outburst, but he hid it. "You're here to shout because of a useless omega?" He scoffed. For a split second, he noticed Aiden's eyes change to golden. It was so fast to register what might happen next when he felt a sudden pain on his face that made him stagger backwards.

The arena had been crushed into two. The elders were still in shock about what had just happened in the arena. I could see some of them sweating. The two of us had been displaying a lot of power since the beginning of the match, portraying intellectual knowledge and how much work we had put into knowing about harnessing different skills and attributes. "Those boys are monsters," one of them said while adjusting his clothing. Everyone could see how much he was sweating.

I think you should kneel and apologize for your rash behavior. "What did you say? You're seeking death! Kill him!" Mark was furious as he instructed his men. Those were his thug friends, and each of them knew how to fight dirty. Since they were paid well, they had to give it their all. However, they were no match for Henry. Henry knocked them to the ground with a simple wave of his hand. Everyone writhed in agony. Mark was dumbfounded. He planned to wait for everyone to finish beating Henry before delivering a few kicks himself. He did not expect that just as he was about to charge forward, all of his friends were writhing on the ground and crying out in pain.

Pain explodes through my hand as my fingers dislocate immediately, but the impact is loud enough to draw attention. The man drops to the ground and passes out instantly. The remaining two hesitate. They thought Mark was dangerous. Now they see someone just as crazy. Mark smiles brightly as he continues attacking Stefan. Each punch is calculated. Within four moves, the giant is down on one knee. The rest of the tavern men attempt to attack in numbers. The first goes down before he understands what’s happening. The second tries to fight back, but it’s useless. Mark moves like he owns the place, like he’s done this a thousand times… and maybe he has.

Once this was done Mane swung his fist towards Elder Dominic’s groin. “Extreme Burst: 1st Strike,” Mane exclaimed, depending on one of his oldest techniques to do the job. His fist was engulfed in a faint white light as it smashed into Elder Dominic’s groin, causing the old man to scream in pain as he was sent flying into a building several hundreds of meters away! *Boom*

Mark growled in regret while Jonas stood in silence. "I watched him grow, watched him slowly get strong and then I watched him turn into a beast who killed his own father and watched him turn into the beast who is now threatening to get rid of me too! And I can only cower?!" Mark yelled out his frustration. "His father was never as strong as this. I thought Dante... I thought Dante Romano would never be able to grow strong in this business but I was so fucking wrong. I want to get rid of that bastard but it is almost impossible"