Novel & Cerita Sinister Mark Invincible Comics

Samael growled, “we will mark each other, as we are meant to be.” Lucan’s voice echoed in Samael’s mind, urging him forward. "Claim him now. He belongs to us." Morgan’s growl was deep, feral. "Mark him as ours." Samael bared his teeth, and without hesitation, he sank them into Allistair’s left chest, marking him for eternity. Allistair gasped, feeling the powerful rush of Samael’s essence flood into him. On Allistair’s chest, Samael’s mark appeared, a complex, glowing symbol that represented Lucan, Morgan, and Lucifer. The mark was that of a beast’s claw intertwined with the archangel's wings, glowing with an ethereal light that radiated power. Allistair’s form trembled as he, too, marked Sa

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

She couldn't help but feel scared of him when his stance suddenly changed he looked like a beast ready to kill someone. Sinister knew if he stayed close to her he might end up doing something which will make him regret it afterwards. He has anger issues but he will be damned if he hurt her. She's too innocent to see his beast side. Sinister finally calmed himself even though he was still burning in anger watching that bastard's assault on her body. Why didn't he notice her neck covered with his assault before? That bite mark was the most obvious one indeed but there were still few more marks on her collarbone. The bite mark was too monstrous. It was almost like he wanted to rip her flesh.

Enemy wolves circled the base in formation, their eyes glowing faintly red. But what caught Aria’s breath was what stood behind it. A shadowed figure cloaked in crimson, his face obscured, his aura oppressive. The enemy alpha. Even at a distance, she felt the mark on her wrist throb, reacting to his presence. Her knees buckled slightly, and her breath hitched—but she pushed through the pain. He raised his hand, and the obelisk pulsed brighter. With her enhanced vision, Aria saw them: chains—made not of metal but of light and blood—snaking from the obelisk into the earth.

"Weren't you so arrogant when you threw that soup? Why are you acting like a half-dead dog now?" The Silvermoon Alpha snorted coldly. With a wave of his hand, two tall enforcers seized my shoulders and forced my head up. A glowing red, sizzling silver brand was held before my face. "My daughter has three scars on her face. You will receive ten in return." This was the Sinner's Mark, used to punish grave offenders. The scars it left could not be healed, not even by an Alpha's power. I watched the glowing metal approach and shut my eyes in despair.

Mark was staring at me, his gaze unreadable, and for a moment our eyes locked — until another growl broke the silence. I snapped my head in that direction and my stomach dropped. Ohh Goddess, there were so many more rogues that came out of nowhere . Mark turned, and without hesitation, began tearing through each rogue single-handedly. Everyone around me looked on in stunned horror. I had never seen anything like it..not even close. Jack and Xavier were Alphas, powerful in their own way, but standing next to Magnus they were nothing. This was why he was the infamous Alpha . The way he moved, the way he fought… It was something out of a nightmare, and it was remarkable.

I held her hand tightly. Fear gripped me, threatening to paralyze me, but I knew I couldn't let him see my weakness. Markus surveyed the surroundings, a sinister smile playing on his lips. It gave me the time to assess his look. If I were right, he was around my father's age. His gray eyes held a dark, predatory gleam. His presence exuded malevolence. Every inch of him oozed power and manipulation as if he reveled in the chaos and pain he caused everyone to feel right now.

"My steel... was never going to be enough, Vivian. I can fight ten men... not an army. Not a bloodline." "I don't need you to die for me!" I pressed my palms flat against his chest, as if I could physically hold the life inside him. "I need you alive!" Stan’s chest gave a violent heave, and for a terrifying second, his eyes rolled back into his head. The black veins pulsed, glowing with a faint, sickening violet light under his skin—the unmistakable mark of dark alchemy.

And I hated that he won’t let me forget about the incident. His hand slides up to my throat, gently holding, not squeezing. His thumbs rests against my frantically beating pulse. “Do you still think I’m yours?”

Marcus said his eyebrow lifting and I could almost feel the warning he was sending Sin. Sin, I could understand why he was called that. He looked like a walking sin, his long lean legs encased in tight black leather pants. His white button up shirt held closed by two buttons, when he turned I could see the brief glimpse of toned, taunt muscles. He had on a silver chain from his neck with a symbol I knew. The curving design that let me know he already had a master. “Pity, you always get the pretty ones.” He said with a shrug as his attention shifted back to Marcus.