Sinister Mark Invincible Comics Novels & Stories

I just wished. “Hey y’all, stop fucking with her already, she’s baby to all this stuff, give her some time…” It felt like God sent me a superhero without a cape. I couldn’t hide but my body stopped shaking due to apprehension. “Dammit, Kika! Cover your breast or go rub it off with a scrubber. These marks are terrible. I think you were handed to animals,” Just hearing her say such a thing got my mind out of hands. I was mentally slamming fists on my head to remain unbothered as turning around could get me a sight that I would regret glimpsing.

Mark did not stand next to that cold man, he looked up at the beautiful goddess statue: "Augustus Stephen has swallowed half of Neva's heart, he is no longer the weak vampire he used to be." “The blood and tears of Augustus, can you take them?” "Okay" “I heard you have a beautiful slave called Pandora Mohini, whose son is an immortal.” "Yes sir." Mark heard the name Pandora immediately alert, she is his, he absolutely does not allow any man to dream about her. Mark has used his life's exploits in exchange for Pandora, in the eyes of others he is a madman for love but Mark likes it. "So when we get the other half of Neva's power, force that immortal to give birth to us, Mohini's descendant wi

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.

declared Alexander, undaunted as he dove into the fray. No army, no matter its size, could make him flinch. With a thunderous boom, the two titans collided in a flash, their clash sending shockwaves of energy rippling through the air. Alexander remained a pillar of calm as he sent his assailants sprawling with a single, decisive blow. His presence became more intimidating, a palpable force that even Sinister Elder, who stumbled back a dozen paces, could not ignore. Despite being a Paramount semi-Empyrean at the pinnacle of his power, Sinister Elder was outclassed.

"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.

I immediately put a call to my uncle, Hyun, my limbs jittery as I wait for the call to be connected. “Oh, my days, Hyun!” “This better be good, Tae. Because I remember telling you not to call me except you’re dying.” It’s something he’s always said and something that always had me laughing. He must feel the gravity of what I’m about to tell him because his sombre voice fills the line soon after. “What is it?” “I think the Blackwood pack knows that I’m the shadow beast.”