Sinister Mark Invincible Comics Novels & Stories

I turn to look, arching my back so I can see and sure enough, his handprint is clear as day on my white ass cheek. “Mine,” he growls possessively, reaching out to gently graze a finger over his mark on my ass. “Not without your mark, I’m not,” I snarl, slapping his hand away from me. “It’s only a matter of time, beautiful.” “I have no intention of ever letting you mark me, Alpha.” “Good thing I have the patience of a saint then,” he says, smirking at me.

Victor stumbled back, his arrogant demeanor crumbling. "That's impossible," he snarled. "Guess you underestimated me," I said, my voice dripping with anger. But I wasn't finished yet. I turned to Eric and concentrated all of my concentration on his shackles. The mark burned harder and brighter, making it feel like my entire arm was on fire. The shackles started to fracture. Victor's eyes expanded. "No!" He lifted his palm again, calling the shadows, but they were slower and weaker. The light from my mark appeared to repel them, forming a barrier between Eric and me.

Mark let out a cynical laugh, wiping a thread of blood from his chin with a slow movement of his neck, which cracked rhythmically. His eyes reflected the effect of Silas's drug. “I came for what belongs to me, Blackwood” Mark hissed, taking a slow step toward the interior of the room. “Your security is trash. Your men are dead in the hallway and your precious Beta is bleeding out next to the stairs. Your laboratory reign is over. Hand over Ivy if you don't want me to burn you alive in this room.”

How Alpha Lawrence had managed to run his pack without any of them and still accomplish the title as the most feared pack was beyond anyone’s knowledge. Alpha Lawrence watched the older woman with careful eyes, judging her every movement, she looked harmless, weak even and as she cradled a decomposing corpse in her arms, he sneered in disgust. As she cradled her sister's head to her chest, whispering quiet incantation, she had tilted her neck a little to the side and the mark was visible. It was an infinity sign that was the trademark of the most dangerous and powerful line of black witches. The Doom Family.

"A birthmark, Alpha? What exactly are we looking for?" "It’s not a normal mark," Malcolm said, his voice cold. "It looks like a botched tattoo, dark, blurred, and circular. Like a moon that’s been burnt into the skin. If you see that mark, do not engage. Just mark the target and get out. That’s not just a hunter; that’s someone marked by the Inverse Moon." I felt a chill run down my spine. We weren't just dealing with men with guns anymore; we were dealing with a cult that had successfully infiltrated our entire supply chain.

"You want to know what the matter is? Well I guess you'll have to fight me.” Hearing that, I smirked, but his assistant seemed to not want him to do that. She immediately shook her head, leaning close to him. Despite that, I could still hear the things she whispered to his ears. “I know you aren't happy, but I'm going to tell you exactly what you need to know. He's a Lycan, and you should avoid being beaten up like the last time.” I didn't say a thing. I was worried and at the same time scared. All I wanted was simple. I wanted to be able to get the lead.

Samantha's POV “What does it say?“ I asked, my voice barely audible. My body was trembling slightly even with the smile on his face and then in one swift moment, the smile vanished replaced by a expression, so dark, so cruel that it sent cold shivers for my spine. The results….. it is negative right? “You must think I'm foolish, right?“ His voice was dangerously calm, worse than when he is growling. “Noo….“ I shook my head, tears forming at the corners of my eyes. Knox took a step forward. I took one backwards. Then he took another step forward, and I took another back, until my back hits the wall and he was just steps away from me. Then his hands reached out, wrapping around my neck and the

It was the same style as the Sokolov hit-team’s worm. Marcus hadn't just been a witness to the Russian attack. He had been the one who invited them in. He was the "Internal IP" I had detected at the estate. He had traded his family’s security for a chance to sit in Enzo’s chair. I leaned back, the blue light of the monitor reflecting in my eyes, which were now hard as flint. The "Robin Hood Paradox" was screaming at me. If I told Enzo, Marcus would be dead by sunrise. Enzo would handle it the "traditional" way—a quiet ride to the lake, a permanent silence.

He glared at Mark, but he didn't dare strike back. "Divorce?" Mark's voice was colder than ice as he grabbed Christopher by the collar in one swift move. "Why don't you repeat that to my gun? Who are you asking to get a divorce?" Mark was famous in the underworld for his marksmanship—fast, ruthless, and precise. A few years ago, he single-handedly rescued me from a gang of vicious thugs without getting so much as a speck of dust on his clothes. Those men had dropped to the ground before they even got a clear look at what he was doing.

The idea hung heavily in the air. Mark stared at her. “That’s insane.” Selina’s voice remained calm. “Is it?” Mark laughed nervously. “You want to destroy her.” Selina’s eyes were ice cold. “She destroyed my wedding.” Mark thought about it for a long moment. Then he slowly said, “You’re dangerous.” Selina didn’t deny it. “So,” she asked quietly, “are you in?” Mark hesitated. Then finally… He smirked. “Yeah.” Selina lifted her phone.