Phantom 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."

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.

The mark tingled on my neck like a brand of fire and ice. “Alpha Liana,” the Shaman said. “Please mark Alpha Darius to complete this union.” Darius’s mouth glistened with my blood. He turned his face over his shoulder to expose the point where I had to mark him. Without hesitation, I raised myself on toes and sank my fangs in his neck. He let out a low groan, his arms wrapping around me tightly. Marking him felt so natural, like I was made for him. I pulled my fangs out and said, “And now you're mine.”

His wink is quick, magnetic, before he kneels, flexing his muscles. I watch, transfixed, as the ten men dissolve into shadows, waifs that dance into the wind. They spiral around him, then sink into his back, disintegrating into the black markings of the tribal tattoo etched across his skin. The last shadow smooths into his vertebrae, and Phantom rises, body taut, power humming beneath his flesh. “Those guards are a part of you? Is that why your parents named you Phantom?”

Reaver’s sharp gaze fell on him. “I guess you don’t know since you haven’t actually seen him with the hood off,” Prof. Dimitrio said gently, “but Pan Phineas is a war hero who almost died during the revolt,” she told the students. “Half of his body was badly burned by the fire mages who sided with the rebels. It is a miracle that he is still clinging on to life even after that incident.”

I tell him. He comes down the steps, never taking his eyes off of her. “What kind of things? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Who hurt you? I’ll kill them,” he growls. “He’s already dead,” she says. “Good, then it saves me the trouble,” he growls. “I’m Gamma Adrian.” “I’m Phoebe,” she says, as he takes her bag off her shoulder and puts it on his. “Phoebe, welcome to the pack. Will you come with me? I’ll get us some food, and we can talk,” he says.

It was really annoying because he could see her gentle smile each time he closed his eyes. Ace wished he couldn't mark her. He cursed himself a million times for being carried away by emotions. Ace got carried away by the love that he had for his mate because he had been longing to see her for years. That's why he decided to mark her. Ace wanted the fucking world to know that he was his, exclusively his. The destined mate that he had been looking for. The door clicked open and Alexander walked inside Ace's room. Alexander was the only person who could stand Ace when he was in that condition.

I knew because I lived it every day. "I'm serious. The way he treats you is disgusting.” He lowered his voice. "We have options and ways to get you out. You just have to trust me." "What kind of options?" I asked warily. He glanced around, making sure no one was close enough to overhear. Then he pressed something small into my palm. I looked down. It was a vial made of dark glass, with a cork stopper. "What is this?" I whispered. "Insurance," Marco said quietly. "It's a slow-acting poison. Mix it into his food or drink, and within a few hours, he'll develop symptoms that look like a simple illness. Nothing that would immediately raise suspicion."

he thundered. I ripped my sleeve, exposing my upper arm, where my paired mark, vines of infinity, rested like a banded tattoo. It’s a genetic magic attachment. Any creature looking at the weaved vines of infinity knows who that mate belongs to if they have met the person before. The arsehole squinted, and then a sly grin crept over his wolfish lips. I was confused at his reaction. I then realised he wouldn’t be able to see my fated mark because my mate is… gone.

The mark is literally a phoenix, how could anyone doubt it? But the prophecy did not say what the mark would look like, only that the Luna would be born with the mark of a phoenix. There is so much that doesn’t make sense, so much that she needs to figure out. What if Carmela’s mark isn’t even the real thing? Tatum’s wolf doesn’t even sense her wolf as his mate. What if she really isn’t the phoenix Luna? That could change everything. Her phone beeps and she jumps, glancing at Tatum whose eyes are on her but he looks away quickly, an expression she cannot read in his eyes.