Sinister Mark Invincible Comics Novels & Stories

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

Their leader, Mark, a tall, imposing figure with a scar etched across his face, stood at one end of the room, flanked by his trusted lieutenant, Robin, a man known for his cunning and ruthlessness. As we took our places at the table, the atmosphere crackled with a mix of apprehension and determination. Mark's cold, piercing eyes locked onto us, assessing our every move. I could sense the underlying power play at hand, the delicate balance of negotiation and survival. With a subtle nod from Alex, I took the lead, opening the conversation with a carefully chosen set of words. "Mark, Robin, we appreciate your willingness to sit down and discuss a possible alliance. But understand, trust is not

'' Kathie said. The duo were now in Sylvia's living room. Even though what Kathie said was the truth, Sylvia couldn't help but feel scared. Mark was unlike any other villain they had ever seen. The man, that is if he was human, killed people for fun. He was not only seen as the world's worst villain but also the man nobody wanted to cross. His name alone sent fear into the hearts of many people and seeing him physically could actually give them a heart attack. ''Don't think about it Sylvia. Remember you're not alone. You have me and Remus and Brett to help you and last time i checked, Remus had a bone to pick up with him.'' Kathie laughed.

he begged, its voice barely audible over the howling wind. Mark's laughter was cold and mirthless, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spine as the sand stung his face. "Do you know what they call me?" he asked, his voice low and menacing, his words almost lost in the storm. The minion hesitated, his eyes darting wildly around the desolate landscape before fixing on Mark's face. "N-no," he stammered, his voice barely audible over the wind. Mark's smile was cruel and unforgiving, his eyes glinting with a deadly light as the sand swirled around him. "They call me Death Marksman," he hissed, his voice carried away by the wind. "Remember it!"

With a low sigh, Sin raised her head and licked at the wound. I reached for Sin, my patience gone. “Mark your alpha, omega,” I growled, turning my head to expose my neck. “You want me to mark you there?” Sin asked. I looked at her. “You can mark me anywhere you want to, doll. As long as I get to feel you inside me.” Smiling, Sin reached for my hand. Holding it in hers, she brushed her fingers over mine, telling me to open my hand. With my palm exposed, she gripped my wrist and raised my hand to her mouth.

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

Twice. He fell to his knees, struggling for air. I started to kick him aside like his Alpha when I heard the clang of metal on bone. Turning, I saw Cyrus' eyes roll to the back of his head as he fell to the side while Carter stood over him with a triumphant glare. I covered the distance quickly, punching Carter in the shoulder, dislocating it. The second punch was to his face. He growled in pain and dropped the crowbar in his hand. I picked it up and hit him in the stomach like I was swinging for a home run. He, too, hit the ground. Noticing that their ringleaders were pretty incapacitated, the three lions decided to book it. The random jaguar, who I think was named Miles, realized he was no

Victor slowly turned his head, his cold smirk fading into a sinister, icy stare that made the blood in Marcus's veins turn completely frozen. "Done?" Victor repeated softly, pulling a sleek black handgun from beneath his coat and aiming it straight at Marcus's chest. "My dear Marcus... nobody who knows my secrets is ever truly done."

Instead, he reached out, his long fingers gently but firmly grabbing my wrist, lifting my hand up between us. With his other hand, he slowly, deliberately pulled back the long cream sleeve of my top. The four dark, angry purple fingerprint bruises David had left on my arm were exposed to the harsh, bright daylight. Mark’s entire body went rigid. The casual, arrogant air he always carried vanished in a split second, replaced by a terrifying, cold fury that turned his eyes completely black His jaw set so tightly the muscles in his neck bulged against his collar. "Who did this to you?" Mark asked, his voice dropping into a deadly, vibrating rumble that made the hair on my arms stand up. "He dar

My fingers clawed at the fabric, tearing it open until the light burned clear and bright. A mark. Etched into the flesh just below my collarbone, glowing faintly like molten metal. It wasn’t static—it moved, the sigil twisting as if alive, forming and reforming itself with each breath I took. “Cain,” I whispered, voice trembling despite myself. “What is this?” He froze. For once, the unshakable Alpha looked unmoored. His gaze locked on the mark, pupils contracting sharply. “Don’t move,” he said, low, controlled, but I could feel the panic buried beneath.