That's Gonna Leave A Mark #invincible Novels & Stories

he thundered. I ripped my sleeve, exposing my upper arm, where my paired mark, vines of infinity, rested like a banded tattoo. It’s a genetic magic attachment. Any creature looking at the weaved vines of infinity knows who that mate belongs to if they have met the person before. The arsehole squinted, and then a sly grin crept over his wolfish lips. I was confused at his reaction. I then realised he wouldn’t be able to see my fated mark because my mate is… gone.

I shoot back and he smirks back because he knows I'm right. "A few more weeks in the gym, you'll be as big as me." He says haughtily and I shiver at the thought. "Nah man you're barely gonna see me for a few weeks. See this fresh mark on my neck? It's the universal symbol for 'leave us alone we're boning.' That privilege only happens once in a lifetime and I'm taking advantage of it." I tell him, smiling widely as I throw my shirt back on and get ready to leave. Griffin rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest.

Eyes burning red, Teeth like swords…It lands between us and the ruins. Blocking the path. Everyone freezes…Even Lucien gasps. “That’s… not from this world.” I step forward…the Mark on my arm blazes with fire.“I don’t care what it is,” I say. “I’m going through it.”I raise my hand…And charge.

“No… no… he wouldn’t do that. He helped raise me. Why would he do that?” “He messed up Irina. He did it for the treaty, but he never planned on handing you over. Alpha Ivan had no idea who you were until my ceremony.” “How…?” “He figured it out when Vivian made her speech” She bobs her head at me, her eyes wide as her fingers continued to run over the jagged mark on her neck. “How do I get rid of this?” “You can’t” Her jaw drops open at my response. “Once it is there, you are permanently marked. At least he can’t link you”

Kai shouted, which made me almost lose my breath. I shook my head, "No, Kai! I am his mate! And I will make sure that he will accept my love for him! Mark my words!"

“See? We’re invincible together.” I smile into the dark. “Yeah,” I whisper, kissing the top of his head. “Invincible.” I close my eyes and let myself believe it. Outside, the world might be sharpening its knives. Outside, the choices are waiting like wolves in the dark. But in here, under the heavy weight of my mate, with the scent of sex perfuming the air, we’re untouchable. We’re a fortress of two. And I will face the whole world down before I let anything touch him.

I muttered, gripping the strap of my backpack so hard my knuckles turned white. “Doesn’t really matter.” Beatrice leaned in, voice hushed. “That’s an Alpha claim mark, isn’t it?” “It’s not a claim,” I snapped. “He called it a target.” “Oh,” Liz said flatly. “Because that’s so much better.” I didn’t answer. My chest still burned from the pressure of their attention, from the shame, the anger, the way Aiden had said mine without actually saying it. He’d smiled like he knew what that mark would do to my life—how it would change everything.

"And don't expect me to collect your corpse when you die out there!" "If you don't get back here and fix Ivy's skin, don't you ever dream of having a Marking Ceremony with me!" I glanced at the packed tactical bag on the table and the Winterborn entry contract beside it. The corner of my mouth hooked into a mocking smile. "Deal, Ethan." "I'll get lost. Far away. I promise I won't be an eyesore for you two anymore." Before he could react, I hung up. I pulled the SIM card out of the phone and dropped it into a glass of high-proof spirits in front of me.

The touch lingered, thumb brushing her lower lip. She turned her head slightly, their faces inches apart now. “And what am I now?” Her question hung, steady, as her hand slid higher, palm flattening against his chest. His palm covered hers, guiding it downward to rest over the mark on her own skin. “You are alive,” he said, voice roughening with emotion. “And no longer alone in it.”

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.