Sinister Mark Invincible Comics Novels & Stories

He'd been so careful. He’d just wanted a temporary thrill. Once he got tired of the game, he’d go back to being Lucia’s perfect mate. Just then, a searing pain erupted from his left shoulder. "Ah—" He nearly passed out from the agony and instinctively ripped his shirt open. The mate mark that should have been deeply etched into his skin was gone. His shoulder was bare, as if the mark had never existed. Andrew knew what this meant. This wasn't her just running away. She had severed the bond. Completely. Irreversibly.

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.

“So the boy thinks they're safe. We’ll use that.” Marcus blinked. “What?” “Lucas is going to help me end Dominic. Whether he wants to or not. We’ll make him a weapon against his father.” Marcus gave a low whistle. “That’s dark. I like it.” “You’ll lie low,” I ordered. “Patrols will be swarming the borders by morning. We can’t afford to give off our trail now.” “I can handle—” “I said lie low.” I moved to the drawer and pulled out a parcel wrapped in worn wolfskin. The contents were ash,bloodstone and bone. A symbol older than these packs even remember.

“I will leave no one alive.” Chris paled at my words. The color drained from his face, and for a moment, he looked as though all the strength had been sucked out of him. We stood there, locked in a tense silence. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles white. Finally, he exhaled harshly, his shoulders sagging under the weight of my threat. “I don’t have the strength to fight someone like you,” he admitted, his voice low and bitter. “You’re a monster.”

i never felt fear but from yesterday after the encounter with that hulk it seemed as if his dark aura settled around me trying to scare me everytime . His eyes are on her every move , Just correct time amore and you will be with me ~ The Sinner

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

The man answered, “I am Alpha Roman Addams from The Blood Mountain Pack. I don’t care if you’re marked. Once I mark you his mark will disappear.” I shook my head, “Not going to happen asshole.” I stomped his foot as hard as I could. I heard bones breaking and the alpha yelled as he let go of me. I quickly moved away from him and tried to get away, but he lunged for me and landed just behind me, reaching to put his arm around my neck. I grabbed his arm and flipped him over my back.

In just a matter of a few seconds I appeared in front of her and her eyes widened in shock. A scream escaped her lips and I tossed the dagger at her aiming for her throat. The dagger made a sickening sound and the poor began to choke on her own blood. She fell to the ground as blood flowed from her throat and mouth. I could hear footsteps approaching and I knew that my work was done. I engraved T.D with my nails on her cheek and smiled at my handy work. I shifted into a raven and flew away. *PRESENT DAY* *MISTRESS OF DARKNESS*

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

He was leaning on the wall, his face pale. "He's okay." I walked to the crib. I reached down to adjust the blanket. My hand stopped. There was a small, silver coin sitting on the pillow next to Henry’s head. It was a Council Mark. But it wasn't Thorne’s. It was a Mark of the "Scent-Virus" division. And on the back, scratched into the silver with a surgical tool, were three words: HE'S INFECTED. - MOTHER I dropped the coin. It hit the floor with a tiny, sharp ring.