Sinister Mark Invincible Comics Novels & Stories

I turned to my side to study him quietly. In sleep, he looked younger. All the sharp lines he always had written all over his face have softened and his brow looks relaxed. He looked… human. My eyes traveled down his bare chest, my eyes traced the faint lines of muscle, and I saw the subtle scars I had noticed before but decided not to ask about them. Then my gaze stopped, and I looked closely. On his arm. He had a dark, crescent-shaped birthmark just below his shoulder. It didn't look large but it was impossible to miss once you saw it.

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."

I placed Selena's photo back where I found it, my heart as cold and dead as ice. No wonder he always had excuses whenever I brought up making our relationship public. My supposed mate bond was nothing more than the delusion of a placeholder. As I walked out of the study, a pack messenger respectfully handed me a formal invitation sealed with a silver wolf crest. "A formal invitation from Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crest Pack." The messenger respectfully presented a silver envelope engraved with a moon goddess sigil. "Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crest Pack formally invites the warrior Anya to serve as his Head Warrior. He awaits your reply."

The very thing I thought had ruined me has now protected me. The power from his mark effortlessly defeats a Beta. His true power must be beyond our Alpha. The mysterious stranger protected me. But, why?

“We were just leaving.” “I don’t think so.” He said walking over to Marcus, he grabbed him. “You see she is wanted.” He growled. “Now girl are you going to come with me, or am I going to have to kill him?” he said looking down at Anabel. “Who are you?” Anabel said trying to summon magic, but it wasn’t working. “The name is Sin.” He growled. “I am one of four, I am the least of your worries, but if you do not comply, my brothers will come and we will force things upon you greater than anything Victor wants to do to you.” He growled. “Now come!”

Anyone who harmed his sister was his enemy till the day he takes his last breath. Kenchiki was more than pissed to learn that little information. He hated unclean people who tried to take away people's consent, especially when it came to people's bodies; he was glad he had been distracted by his lover and had no time to cause harm to Aria; she was an innocent victim too. He glared murderously at the woman who drugged him. He would make sure she had no good days. Sera felt chills crawl up her spine when she saw the look that the two men were giving her. She knew then that whoever was targeting her knew about all her schemes and stacked the deck against her.

The mark tingled on my neck like a brand of fire and ice. “Alpha Liana,” the Shaman said. “Please mark Alpha Darius to complete this union.” Darius’s mouth glistened with my blood. He turned his face over his shoulder to expose the point where I had to mark him. Without hesitation, I raised myself on toes and sank my fangs in his neck. He let out a low groan, his arms wrapping around me tightly. Marking him felt so natural, like I was made for him. I pulled my fangs out and said, “And now you're mine.”

she said while flipping through his cards. He has a curved, arch-like, shaped like a wing, with a star inside a circle Mark on his collar bone. A Mark only Damneds or human immortals have. Even though he was dead for a moment and Azrael only saw him once in person, she remembers him to have such a big and bright smile.

Neither of them did. Mark suddenly came to a halt as he'd successfully eliminated Iñari's little vixen army. His dark fur was smudged with blood stains all over and his red eyes glowed brighter with murderous intent. He spat out a bloodied, severed arm from his mouth as he slowly crept towards Iñari... preparing to pounce on her. He had his predatory eyes on a much bigger prize. "Shouldn't we stop him now?" Bruno nervously whispered to me.

Mark explained with excitement in his eyes. “My enemy's enemy is my friend,” Mark said and quoted with two of his fingers. “You will have to do those things and spells, to help him to regain his former stance” Mark pecked her lips and whispered; “He loathes Kingston the most and will certainly help me in destroying him, and anyway, who knows Kingston better than him? And…” “His sister and his Beta” Matilda cut in. "His sister would be the best target, Imagine making her and Axel, part of your army of the dead”