Novel & Cerita Sinister Mark Invincible Comics

“There’s energy in the stone. Old energy. His.” “Blood?” Alex asked. She nodded. “Some of it recent.” That was when I saw it—on the far wall, in dried strokes that hadn’t been there the last time I came: a mark drawn in claw. The old glyph for challenge. And below it, carved deeper: YOU LIVE ON STOLEN STRENGTH. RETURN WHAT ISN’T YOURS. Alex’s voice dropped. “He doesn’t want to kill you. He wants to make you doubt.” “He doesn’t need to,” I said. “I already do.”

His arm tightened around her waist, hand splaying possessively over her abdomen, fingers dipping just below her navel. She shifted, the faint scent of him filling her lungs, the warmth of his thigh nudging hers. She didn't pull away, didn't question. Instead, she rested against him, the mark humming bright, drawing them closer in the silence. Malachor's lips brushed her shoulder, a feather-light touch. The faint light in the ruins began to shift, dawn's gentle glow seeping through the tangled vines and broken arches like a whispered promise, painting the ancient stone walls in hues of soft gold and shadow.

My vision blurred, but I saw it— A dark, irregular birthmark stretched along his arm. Unmistakable. A mark I could never forget. Sirens grew louder. His face was drained of color. His grip loosened. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, already pulling away. “I’m so sorry.” His hands slipped from mine. He ran. His footsteps vanished into the rain as darkness finally claimed me. The last thing I felt was the echo of his trembling touch.

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?

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.

he said, and there was no guilt in his voice, only the confidence of someone who believed he had already won. Damian moved forward, but I caught his arm before he could attack. Something about Marcus's behavior felt wrong, not because he was innocent, but because the black symbol around his throat looked exactly like the markings we had seen on the controlled warriors beneath the ancient prison. I studied the symbol carefully and realized it was not the same mark connected to the Devourer; it was older, more complex, and somehow connected to the ancient prison.

she sniffled. Markus pulled back, shaking his head in disagreement as he reached to wipe the tears from her face. “No, no, my dear girl. I am just glad you are safe. No matter what those bastards did to me, I stayed brave. I didn’t betray you, and I didn’t give them the Canix secrets,” he said. Myra felt a wave of relief and immense pride for her father, for not giving in. ”Thank you so much, Dad. The monsters are gone; they will not bother you again. They won't ever dare touch our family,” Myra assured him.

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.”