Sinister Mark Invincible Comics Novels & Stories

His tattooed hands, those large fingers… Yeah, I didn’t even want to imagine. “He’s stable,” Nik murmured. “Doctors say he’ll recover.” I just nodded. Let’s see how they talk when Mark suddenly dies in a few days. After dinner, while the staff began clearing the plates, I stood to leave. But Nik caught my hand,firmly. “Wait.” He handed me a small notebook. Black cover. A symbol stamped on it in silver foil,the Kontrivsin crest. “What’s this, Nik?” I asked, eyes narrowing.

Author's POV The man standing before her was no other person than Lucien Drazik. The Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack and one of the major shareholders of the Academy. His eyes were staring straight at her, not with guilt, but something more dangerous—confusion. No..... He doesn't believe the way his wolf, Mark, was whimpering in recognition beneath him. He doesn't understand why his nose becomes super sensitive and he could smell her so much. She smelled like peach blossoms. It was everything good and Mark howled inside him, excited and restless.

I stood before Marcus, my posture deferential, my head slightly bowed, but my heart pounded with a cold, calculating ambition that burned hotter than the flames. Marcus slouched in his obsidian throne, his crimson robe hanging open, revealing the scarred expanse of his chest, the faint glow of a curse’s mark pulsing beneath his skin—a secret I’d pieced together from his winces, his sudden gasps, his desperate obsession with the Moonborn. I masked my smirk, my dark eyes glinting with the knowledge I held close, my hands clasped behind my back.

Mysterious chanted and a strong force lifted the horned beast and it hit's them of, Mysterious channelled the powers of the sun into him and his eyes were deeply red, It was like it was burning and huge wings sprouted out of mysterious back while the Mark of Armageddon glowed. " The mark of Armageddon and the powers of his father.. Hmmmm, How wonderful " The horned beasts smirked as they charged at mysterious with their axes lifted high and lightning strucked mysterious but he absorbed it and then directed it back to the beasts and it hits them of making them to crash heavily. " Mysterious finish them off " Flames screamed out while Mysterious had his eyes closed and he could feel the raw en

Despite this, his face radiated smugness, as if he were about to fulfill his plan. "You're a despicable villain, conspiring with other groups to plot against us. You have truly disgraced our Fullmoon Pack's name," Zed stood not far away from Kyan, looking at him. While there were no obvious scars on his body, the fatigue on his face was evident. Next to Zed stood Bard, a tower of steel, his cold eyes fixed on Kyan, his shirt covered in dried blood stains. It was clear that it was all the blood of the enemy.

And there, under the light, were two perfect holes, right in his jugular vein. No blood. No signs of struggle. No torn clothing. Nothing else out of place. It was as if a bat had descended, sucked his blood perfectly clean, then flew away, without touching anything else. It was eerie. And outright terrifying. If his skin hadn’t turned completely white, she would have thought he was still alive, just taking a nap. She even felt tempted to go over and feel his pulse. But she knew that would be stupid. Sergei Rakov. He was young. And from what she’d heard, he’d been an arrogant prick. Could he already have had enemies?

After all, the power he demonstrated showed how terrifying his abilities were. "Impressive. I didn't expect you to withstand my first attack. Let's see if you can handle my second one." Mark sneered. With a wave of his hand, an endless black mist surged toward him and gathered in his left hand. With a roar, he unleashed a monstrous attack. Adrian felt as if the black clouds in the sky had come to life. He remained vigilant and activated his energy to form a protective shield around him. Despite Mark's relentless attacks, Adrian's defense held strong. However, it was clear that Mark had no intention of letting him go.

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

he shook his head. "What is the name of this man he was looking for?" Alpha Jones asked softly. "Mark. Some call him Potter's boy" he nodded. "I know him" Alpha Jones clicked his tongue. "He was the destroyer of Potter's Manor" he sighed weakly. "What do you think Alpha Nolan want with him?" David asked in confusion. "Mark is a sorcerer. A destructive sorcerer" he asserted. "Alpha Nolan with a man like that, ultimate end" he gasped.

To kill. To destroy. To get a taste of revenge. There was nothing I could do to bring him back, but they would pay in blood. As we grew closer I got a better view of their face. I felt uneasy as smiles spread across their faces. They wore long black cloaks that dragged along the floor. Three of the four men looked similar to each other, wrinkled faces, white hair, and beards that ran down to their chest. The only thing that differed were their eye colors. Two had blue and one had brown eyes. The fourth man was old, but looked younger than the other three and had green eyes. He looked more sinister than the other three. He had gloves on and in his hands were very thick chains.