Prisoner Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

Where all Jonathan could smell was sea water and fish guts, they were lucky he had smelt worse or there would be an issue with his gag relief. "We have orders, and we will follow them." The demon snapped at Jonathan who merely sighed as he flexes his fingers. He frowned annoyed when he couldn't even get a spark going, he loathed the mark that must be engraved on the straps that were keeping him immobile. When he got free these demons would be spatters on the floor and he would enjoy every second of it. "How did you get through my shield?" Jonathan tried a different approach and hoped these demons were like all demons of this class. Very prideful and always quick to brag about their achieveme

Mark declared with conviction. While brainstorming at the office, Mark was startled by a text message from an unknown number: *"Miss Courtney Bagaskara ordered me to do it. But I don’t want to go to jail. I was just following orders. I’ve sent evidence to the Bagaskara Group office addressed to Mr. Mark. Please forgive me for what I’ve done. I swear never to commit such crimes again. Our brief conversation reminded me of my late mother. I couldn’t forgive myself if I caused another mother to die. Please forgive me."*

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.

In her horror, she suddenly heard a cold and stern voice, "Stand up." Arista was startled, her forehead covered in a cold sweat as she sat up. The woman outside the labor camp was coldly staring at her. "Levi..." Arista was about to say something, but she saw another pair of eyes looking at her. She tilted her head, and behind Levi was another man with black hair and a red robe. A rescue soldier! Those two words twinkled in her mind. The demon head had indeed found a rescued soldier to help! However, upon closer inspection, Arista suddenly felt she couldn't smile. Even if she was ignorant of the outside world, she recognized the fire-shaped mark on this man's forehead—exiled Lycan.

"I'm the one involved. I'm the only one who knows what happened that day. I won't let them off! Every one of them will be caught, no one escapes!" She clenched her fingers, tightly grasping her skirt hem.. Mark felt a tightness in his chest, a hint of tears welling up in his eyes. He hadn't cried since his teenage years. As an rich dandy, he spends his days jesting and grinning, never troubled by anything, nor moved by anything. But now, this resilient girl before him was breaking through his defenses. Emotions he hadn't felt in years stirred within him. Because of Mark's influence, the police didn't insist on Prisley going to the station. Instead, they sent officers and a psychologist to th

Mason told me the only reason they have a kitchen is for when the vampire king has human guests around. We lie to the guards, saying it's time for Mom to eat. “Hi, Mason. How are you doing today?” the guard in front of the dungeon says. Luckily, Mason’s good friends with him. He’ll allow me to enter without making a fuss. “I’m doing well. How are you doing, Sam?” Mason asks. “I’m good. You must be here to give the prisoner in cell 201 her food.” “Yes.” “Open the tray,” he says, and Mason does as he asks. He checks the tray for sharp objects. Once he’s sure that there is none he clears us to go in.

To her credit, she doesn’t collapse. “Accept it,” she whispers. “I always loved you, Priscilla. Always. I, Alpha Dylan Clark, accept your rejection,” he says and this time, her knees give out. Detective Timothy growls beside me then leaps to catch her before she hits the ground. I hear her gasp, but I focus on Dylan. “Alpha Dylan, you have been found guilty of conspiracy to commit murder of Alpha Royal, Luna Jessica, and Alpha heir Theodore. For your crimes, I sentence you to death.”

I leaned in close, using the glass like a mirror and tilted my head. There it was.. a small fresh mark on the lower side of my neck, right where it met my shoulder. It looked like a bite but deeper and more permanent.. a mate mark?! My eyes went wide. What the actual heck? That stranger from the woods last night... he hadn’t just kissed my neck and given me those little nips while he was fucking me. He’d marked me..! Like, for real. Claimed me without even asking! I stared at my reflection, mouth open. My hands started shaking. This couldn’t be happening. I was just some nobody Omega who snuck off for one wild moment. And now the whole pack was losing their minds over it.

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