Phantom Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

"Actually, I'm not sure. But that's the only logical explanation. Those damn Phantoms are ready. They've even set up a safe evacuation route for the slaves. They couldn't be that prepared without having received detailed information beforehand. Our goods are disguised as home décor products. Ordinary law enforcement officers won't be able to interfere with this plan." Abelardo Zagami fell silent. He thought about the possibility that Aaron Kennedy had mentioned. It made perfect sense. It wasn't the first time Phantom had interfered with them. In addition, Phantom's abilities were above average and very troublesome. It would be easy if they only knew who Phantom's members were. Unfortunately,

"A birthmark, Alpha? What exactly are we looking for?" "It’s not a normal mark," Malcolm said, his voice cold. "It looks like a botched tattoo, dark, blurred, and circular. Like a moon that’s been burnt into the skin. If you see that mark, do not engage. Just mark the target and get out. That’s not just a hunter; that’s someone marked by the Inverse Moon." I felt a chill run down my spine. We weren't just dealing with men with guns anymore; we were dealing with a cult that had successfully infiltrated our entire supply chain.

“Selina..’ Damian called out as he struggled to get out of their hold. Mark lounged at him and punched and kicked him in the stomach. He collapsed on the floor as blood oozed out of his mouth. “I can’t believe I managed to take down the powerful Damian Black and it is all thanks to a woman. Don’t worry. She will be here soon. I promise to be gentle, considering she is your woman.” Mark said as he laughed out. The boys around him joined him the laughter. “If anything happens to her, I’ll make you pay with your life.” Damian said croaked out as he struggled to get up.

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.

“You whore! How could you screw another man until you take in his child?“ “I swear— I.“ I couldn't finish the statement because my vision was starting to get blurry and darkness was starting to creep in. Then he released his grip from my neck and I fell to the floor with a loud thud. I let out a gruttal cough, gasping for breath with spit drooling out of my mouth. My neck throbbed with so much pain that it feels like I was about to die. Yet, I couldn't. Then he toss the parchment paper at me. “Still denying it?“ I grabbed the paper, my eyes scanning it and at the bottom: NO MATCH. That was the result. Clear. Final.

No different from Alfred, she answered every question Conal posed very competently. The last man is probably a private person. He timidly introduced himself as Phelan Mark. His hair is light brown, and his face is unremarkable. Although he was slow to answer, he was meticulous. Although it took time, it was a point that Conal quite liked. Because people like Phelan Mark are conscientious and responsible every time they work, the work is also less prone to errors.

She grabbed it to take a better look at the photo. It was a picture of a man of what she thought was on his 20's. The man had a shoulder length black hair. His features were sharp. His eyes looked very dangerous even though they weren't staring at her in person. She couldn't help but to feel shivers down her spine. The man in the picture screams power and authority. It was only a picture but whoever looks at the photo will surely feel frightened. "Who is this?" she asked. "That's the Zayden Valmora that I mentioned yesterday."

Vivian stands up and walks over to Alpha Ryder and kisses his cheek. “You had better calm down or we will hurt your little friends. Just cause we can’t touch you doesn't mean we can’t touch them.” Ryder says. “You wouldn’t?” Emerald gasps. “Want to watch us?” Scott asked. These three are sick fucks. An evil smile spreads across Vivian’s face as the guys promise that something will happen to one of us if Emerald doesn’t behave. I don’t say anything about Emerald and Vivian’s little fight and it causing a crack in their defences. I notice that Ryder is staring at Lyra and Nat’s marks. They both have the mark of the Phantom Shadow Pack within their marks. I hear Ryder swear just as an

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

I tell him. “Oh,” Mark looks at me. “Two hours in the mornings and another at night. Vanity is strong with this one.” “Thank you, Yoda,” Ty rolls his eyes. “Enjoy him, I do,” Mark says into Ty’s neck making Ty moan. “Lick his mark, I might.” “YO!” Victor says at the two of them. “You are in a very public space with your friends. Not even Evander and Marcella get that hot.” “We do, just not around you all,” I tell them.