Prisoner Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

Mark smiled, his face seemingly glowing with confidence. "No, no. We can’t just forget Elizah’s case, especially not Ryan Mike. I’m still trying to figure out—" Before Justin could finish, Mark pulled out a silenced pistol and shot him in the chest. Justin gasped and writhed in pain, but Mark quickly covered his mouth, muffling his screams. "Stop pretending you’re a hero, blondie." Mark laid Justin’s body on the sofa and slipped the file he brought under a couch cushion. "I’m here to tell you that you’re a bastard who deserves to rot in prison even more than a killer like me."

The man who had killed Mark’s baby brother was being treated like a hero. “Let’s get out of here,” Will repeated, and this time, Mark let himself be led away. He made it out into the parking lot and briefly wondered whether the beer and burger he’d just eaten were going to reappear, but he managed to hold himself together. “A party,” he said softly. “It’s bullshit,” Will said. “The son of a bitch should still be in jail. He should be rotting in there.” Mark had worked in prisons, and he still spent a lot of time at the Anglican-sponsored halfway house in town. He believed in rehabilitation, and he absolutely believed in forgiveness. But when he thought of those green eyes, the way they’d sta

“Fine. But don't expect me to save you again." He stormed towards the door and paused, looking back at me one last time. "Please," he said, and his voice cracked on the word. "Please come with me. Just... trust me. One more time." I wanted to. God, part of me wanted to so badly. But I thought of the secrets surrounding him and how I didn't know who to trust anymore. For some reason, this prison seemed infinitely better than what Marco was offering. "No," I whispered. His shoulders sagged. "Then you've lost your chance."

“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.

He tried to picture Emilia in those moments—desperate, wild-eyed, lashing out—but all he could see was the frightened teenager who once clung to his arm when her mother died. “You call that justification for keeping her?” Mark asked, voice cracking. “She’s a prisoner. What would you expect her to do—kneel and smile?” Dante’s expression didn’t shift. “I expect her to honor the agreement made in her name. Just as I expect you to do the same.” Mark turned away, his hand tightening around the strap of the now-useless satchel. His shoulders sagged under the weight of it all. “Vanessa doesn’t know I’m here. If she finds out—”

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.