Omni Man Beats Up Mark Novels & Stories

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.

Whatever was going on, Mark tried to stay focused on the fight. A spark of hope recharged Mark when he knocked 2Pac off his feet a little. When Mark could see that 2Pac was off-balance, he lifted his foot, driving it into the metal man’s chest. The kick knocked 2Pac backward, but it didn’t knock him to the ground. After kicking 2Pac, Mark had that surreal feeling again. He went back to feeling like he was inside one of his son’s video games.

The creep remarks. I twist my hand out of his reach, successfully spinning him onto the ground. The man falls flat on his back. It was a maneuver I had been shown long ago in a self-defence class. 'What to do when they capture your wrist.' The man stumbled back onto his feet and looked directly into my eyes. His once calm demeanour is now gone, to be replaced by a ferocious beast. The man shot his hand out towards me in an effort to slap me. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impact. However, nothing came. I opened my eyes to see the creep being strangled by another man. He seemed to whisper something in his ear before the creep nodded. The man let go of the creep, who then ran away, e

My wolf, Molly, stirs in response, a low, dangerous growl echoing in my mind as she prepares to defend me. I take a shaky breath. My hands start to tremble, the shift tugging at the edge of my control. I try to resist her approach—I don’t want to cause even more of a scene—but she cannot be controlled when my life is threatened so blatantly. Yet before I can indulge in her protection, there is a blur of motion from the left side of us. And then there is a terrible crack of impact as flesh meets flesh. Mark’s head jerks sideways, blood and spittle spraying from his lip. He collapses against the lockers with a groan.

Mark turned sharply, his face twisting in anger, only to come face-to-face with a man in a dark suit, his expression calm but unyielding. “Let go,” Mark snapped, trying to pull free. The man didn’t budge. “You’re disturbing the peace,” he said evenly, his voice low but carrying authority. “Step away from the table.” Another man stepped forward behind him, bigger, broader, his presence alone enough to silence the rising tension. Mark’s eyes flickered between them. For a moment, it looked like he might argue. But then reality settled in. His jaw clenched as he yanked his hand back, straightening his shirt.

Dom jumps and flips mid-air and lands behind the man catching him slightly off guard, The man spits at him and his eyes flash and suddenly he disappears, leaving Dom turning in circles trying to see where he went. A few seconds go by and then the man appears above Dom and jumps straight on top of him and forces him to the ground. He starts smashing Dom in the face blow after blow the crack of bones can be heard and blood is everywhere, Dom lets out a mighty roar which causes the man to cease. The man jumps off Dom and helps him stand, “good work son, but not quick enough” I am stunned that his own father is beating him like this is shocking and I can’t seem to wrap my mind around it. Dom sta

Four cops stormed in with Mark. "Dominic? Can you hear me?" Mark asked Dominic who suddenly turned away from his wife's arms and threw up on the floor. "I think he's going into shock. We need to get him to the hospital" Mark said. ... "He's fine now. He's resting" Mark informed Adelynn who let out a sigh of relief. "It's over. It's finally over" she breathed. "It is. You did well, Adelynn" Mark told her. "I had to do what I did"

She ran closer to Dominic instinctively, relief flooding her as he stepped protectively in front of her. Mark rubbed his jaw, glaring at Dominic. “What the fuck-/” he began, but Dominic didn’t give him a chance to finish. “You bastard,” Dominic snapped, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. “How dare you touch what's mine?” Izzy held his hand to stop him from hitting Mark again “Get our Or next time, it won’t be just a punch.” Mark’s smirk wavered. He looked between the two of them, realizing he had crossed a line he couldn’t come back from. Without another word, he spun on his heel, muttering curses under his breath as he stormed out, clutching his throbbing jaw.

My chest tightened because I realized this wasn't a little fight, these people fully intended to kill us if they could. Dominique’s men came in from the far end, shouting instructions at each other, all of them shadows I could only see by peeking around Caspian’s body. I saw Dominique out of the corner of my eye. Markus had him pinned, but the bastard still managed to twist, his head snapping forward as his fist drove into Markus’s jaw. The punch was loud enough that I hear it through the force of the bullets. Markus staggered back, blood spitting from his lip, but he didn’t let go. Dominique only laughed, coughing through the blood already pouring from his face.