Prisoner Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

Or show any sign of weakness. "I want you to understand something." Dante's tone was...soft. Even if his voice was laced with vulnerability, his grip on her only tightened. "You can't begin to imagine how innocent he was. Cain... he.. He didn't deserve any of this. He didn't even belong in this life." His fingers dug in, bruising. "I did everything I could to protect him. To keep him away from people like you." His voice betrayed him and broke slightly, showing a rare glimpse of grief. But just as quickly, his expression hardened again, like cold steel.

says Mark. “We have a basement? And prisoners?” “Yes Davina. Mark has been…..prying information out of them. To help locate the enemy and Malayah,” says Derek. “What do you mean prying? Torture?” He frowns at my mention of the word. “When you say it, it sounds so bad,” says Derek. “That’s cause it is bad,” I reply.

It was everything good and Mark howled inside him, excited and restless. 'Mate. Mate,' Mark howled again, the word echoing in his mind. But.... How could this be? What the hell just happened? ........why a human? Why would a human be his mate? Again? He blinked slowly, his nostrils flaring in irritation as if she wasn't even human. As if she was some house roach that he'd want to trample under his feet. “You’re human…” he murmured, barely audible. “But why does it smell like fate?”

Blood spilled. The others screamed. “Cassian, no!” I shouted, ducking another strike. He didn’t hear me. Because he wasn’t awake. He was activated. Another sleeper. Like I once was. “Protocol Prime engaged,” he said, voice robotic. “Target: Zero. Eliminate.” I couldn’t kill him. He was a child. A victim. I turned to the Broker. “Deactivate him!” I yelled. “He’s just a kid!” He smiled.

he asked in a fit of rage. "Sorry to barge in, boss. But this was very urgent." Only then Violet realized it was Mark who was one of the guards carrying the man. The other guard was Fiona, a very powerful wolf, friends with Lucinda. But Violet couldn't remember the name of the man being carried. He was also wearing an uniform. She knew him by sight, but she still didn't have familiarity with all the members from the Rebels, so some of them weren't well known to her.

He was still in prison for a kidnapping case, some accused him of murder too. “Youre a life safer,” I smiled at my assistant. She was the one who'd linked me to my best private investigator, Mark. The door opened wide, and well, speak of the devil. “As always Miss Hastings,” Zandra said. Her head rode up to Mark sweetly. “Hey Mark, you good?” “Depends on how your boss treats me today,” he answered. I tabbed on Mark's shoulders, he rubbed it with a painful hiss. He was teasing me.

“What? Are you surprised that I know the truth? The whole fucking truth?” Mark finally speaks. “I don’t get it. What does she mean by prison?” He turns to Shiva, searching her face for answers. Shiva doesn’t say a word. Her silence answers everything. Mark looks stunned. He didn’t know. That part almost makes me laugh. “Unbelievable,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. “This place is a fucking prison, not a pack. Tell him the truth. Tell him what you’ve been hiding.” Mark turns to Marcel, but the man is calm, detached, like this doesn’t concern him at all.

“I have a family to protect, so I won't jeopardize their life and safety for a fight I won't be able to win, “ mark said, his expression emotionless. Yes, Mark was right, so she didn't blame him further for choosing this besides she would have done the same if she was in his shoes “Tell Alpha maverick that I am not coming “ “Am sorry, but he gave me the order to bring you to him by all means, so if you don’t follow me, I will be forced to drag you there “ Mark said sternly “You wouldn’t do that, would you, “ Quinn asked, not believing her ears “Watch me, “Mark said, then grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the cell. No matter how she tried to fight, she could not free herself from Mark'

Her clothes were ripped, her stomach and thighs was stained with dried blood, and thick red marks lined her back in neat, cruel rows. “Rogue?” Silas asked, his tone sharp with suspicion. I crouched beside her, my gaze lingering on the whip marks. Those weren’t from a rogue attack. They were deliberate. Systematic. Punishment. “I don't think so,” I muttered. “She was probably flogged and left out to die.” A moment of silence, then I continued. “Let's take her since she is still alive.“ Silas eyes furrowed in shock. Then he frowned. “That’s not our problem, Thorne. She’s a burden we can’t afford. She might bring trouble with her. Who knows what she might have done to be punished like that.”

He looked up and saw two uniformed policemen standing over him, poking and prodding him with their batons, smiling at each other. Kyle tried to remember what happened, how he’d got here. He remembered reporting to Rexius. Then being grabbed, being tied down. Then, the acid. He reached up and felt one side of his face, and it felt normal. Then he reached up and felt the other—and the pain came flooding back. He could feel the contours, the horrible scars, the disfiguration. They had branded him with Ioric acid. A punishment reserved for traitors. He, Kyle, the man who had been loyal to his coven for thousands of years. For one small mistake. It was unthinkable. Kyle felt the pain welling up o