Phantom Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Lucien’s gaze met mine, and for the first time in what felt like forever, there was a crack in his stoic mask. “It means I’m already marked,” he said, his voice heavy. I didn’t understand. “Marked? What are you talking about?” Lucien slowly unbuttoned the top of his tunic, revealing the scarred skin underneath. My heart nearly stopped as I saw it—a symbol, burned into his flesh. The same mark the scout had described. The symbol of the Phantom King.

Solomon snarled, his eyes blank and terrifying, his hands reaching for Phineas’s face. "Phineas, don't! He’ll kill you!" Lucian yelled, trying to stand, his legs buckling. Phineas pinned Solomon’s shoulders to the floor. He ignored the biting, the scratching. He bit into his own thumb until the blood ran hot and silver-red. "I'm sorry, Solomon," Phineas whispered. He pressed his bleeding thumb against Solomon’s forehead, right between the electrodes. "The Mark of the Luna... I claim you!" Phineas’s body went rigid. He didn't just feel the blood leaving his thumb; he felt his soul being pulled through the wound. His vision went white. The heat in his chest the last spark of his life began to

Victor stumbled back, his arrogant demeanor crumbling. "That's impossible," he snarled. "Guess you underestimated me," I said, my voice dripping with anger. But I wasn't finished yet. I turned to Eric and concentrated all of my concentration on his shackles. The mark burned harder and brighter, making it feel like my entire arm was on fire. The shackles started to fracture. Victor's eyes expanded. "No!" He lifted his palm again, calling the shadows, but they were slower and weaker. The light from my mark appeared to repel them, forming a barrier between Eric and me.

Archie sighed in disappointment, “Several people inside Glitch have Black armor.” The black suit guy then added, “Sir! Today in the Dominion Riots Center, someone broke the Android’s Stronghold record and secured the first position on the leaderboards.” “So?” “A group of people somehow managed to recover the recording of the battle and also posted it on the official forums. Jack and others have confirmed that he is the same guy that hijacked the hunt. His name is Phantom.“ A malicious grin appeared on his face. “Gotchu!! fucker!” “Good! Tell them to keep following him. I am gonna gouge his eyeballs and feed them to dogs.”

"Elite warriors were torn to shreds. So tell me, how does a 'fragile patient,' one who claims she might have a 'mental breakdown' at any moment... manage to weave through a field of dying wolves and clashing steel without a single scratch?" The color drained from Fiona's face. Her eyes flickered away. "I... I was so scared... it unlocked my potential..." "Potential?" Kane's laugh was pure, guttural rage. He jabbed a finger at the mark on her collarbone. "And this? Painting this on every single day with Phantom-leaf? Is that your 'potential,' too?" He scraped his thumb hard across the mark. The vibrant "mate mark" smeared into nothing but a cheap, red dye under his fingers.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”

The only thing that reminded Mark that he was looking at a robot was 2Pac’s gunmetal silver skin and his artificially glowing eyes. It was time to fight again, and Mark waited for the right time to press the Ghost Mode button on a touchscreen located on his suit’s hydraulic forearm, which would turn his body into a phantom for a few seconds using a quantum magnetic pulse. Mark waited for the right time to activate the Ghost Mode feature. His nerves misfired a little, but he tried to keep thinking about his son and how he was fighting for him.

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

The Knights broke their shield wall formation to see the golems and the ballista formation was destroyed as if something tore into them. "General this is Phantom 1-9 enemy defenses are cleared you are free to move up!" Marky reported over the radio. "Roger that Marky, feel free to move up and clear the path won't be far behind." "Understood, Phantom 1-9 moving up!" "So Marky is the Sharpshooter of your team Kent?" He nodded explaining that like Clayton and Genji, Marky once lived in the Knight Empiria but for some special reasons he was forced to leave his home.

Phil grinned slightly and nodded. "Did you heal her face scars?" He asked bluntly and Faelon nodded. "I'd fix her vision as well if the humans wouldn't treat her as a medical experiment," he answered. Phil tucked his wings away before buttoning up his shirt. "Have you seen how she looked without scars?" Phil asked curiously. Faelon shook his head not caring. He didn't judge a person by what their outer appearance showed. Phil continued, "she was gorgeous and so deeply in love with Vincent. I can't imagine anyone breaking through that. Especially since she carries his mark." Faelon exhaled deeply and told Phil he didn't care about her mark and would stand by his oath.