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

I need to be pregnant with his child first. Once that happens, he won’t be able to walk away. Not from me. Not from his own blood. He’ll be tied to me in a way she can never touch. A child. His child. That’s the only thing stronger than a mark. I uncap the vial with my thumbnail, tip a careful amount into an empty cup. The powder dissolves instantly when I pour whiskey over it. No trace. No smell. No nothing. I swirl the cup once, then hand it to one of the younger riders who’s hovering near the table, grabbing refills for the group.

There was only her mouth against mine and the way she melted closer without hesitation. I pulled her carefully against my chest, deepening the kiss while my hands settled around her waist. And somewhere between her quiet breaths and the way her fingers curled against me, I realized something dangerous. I was already too far gone for this woman. “I want to mark you,” I admitted softly against her lips. The words carried more weight than anything else I had ever said to her. A mark was not temporary. Not casual. It was forever. Mine to protect. Mine to fight for.

Each beat sent a wave of nausea through my stomach. "What the fuck is that?" Evangeline reached out, then pulled back as the air between us hummed with static. "It’s hot." I gasped. I pressed my palm against the mark. It felt like holding a live coal. "It’s... it’s vibrating." "Get it off!" She grabbed a shard of glass from the ground. "Kai, get it off!" "No." I gripped her wrist. Hard. I looked down at the light. It wasn't a brand. I saw the faint, geometric outline of a micro-chip embedded in the muscle, just beneath the surface. "It’s not a mark, Evie. It’s a tether."

Damian replied, his desire to mark Elara again until his teeth left their imprint on her skin. "Among their kind, lycans and werewolves alike, the most profound mark signifies the unbreakable bond between mates. It also serves as a warning to any other he-wolf that Elara is claimed, the profound mark a symbol of his devotion to his fated mate. "Elara, I want to deepen my mark on you, as if I could bite into your very soul to ensure no one else dares to claim you," Damian replied, flushing Elara's cheeks with embarrassment.

Every time I tried to, I saw Apphia crying and clutching her chest on the hospital rooftop, telling me how much the rejection hurt. "I can't do it," I admit. "Don't expect me to do it," she declares. She's so stubborn. "Suit yourself," I turn to walk away, but a mark on her neck catches my attention. I see red. I grab her arm and pull her closer to me. She winces, but I don't care, "What the fuck is this?" "What?" She seems lost. "You're marked!" I'm seething with anger. Why the fuck is she marked? Does she have a chosen mate?

"As you can see, I am still weak. I can't do the job if I am this weak. I need you to restore my strength." "What do you mean?" Niva growled, she hated being held in this position like a submissive omega. And she could hear the footsteps getting closer. "Allow me to mark you." Her eyes widened, she almost gagged. Infact her hands flew to cover the sides of her neck. Kiran laughed, "Then you might as well put the chains on and let me rest. Because without my strength restored, I cannot get us safely out of here." This was messed up, she fought so hard to break the mate bond. And now she would have to let him mark her?.

Eldora flew to the bed and laid on her side. “I can have my witches make a cream to help pull the venom out faster.” “I still don’t understand.” I looked to Cynthia to see if she had any clue to what they were saying. She was looking at the floor, eyes moving rapidly as she thought over what they had said. Her head lifted to me and a bright smile took over her face. “The mark isn’t forever. It was forced on me and so it won’t stick.” She turned to Evelyn. “Right? Blake’s venom won’t bind to my DNA because I said no. Now it is expelling from my body.”

“You can still walk away from this.” Carlos slowly raised an eyebrow, as though he had just heard something absurd. “Walk away?” Then he let out another low laugh. One completely devoid of humor. “Walk away?” Finally, he turned around. His dark eyes met Marcos’s, and for a moment, he seemed like a different person entirely. “While all of them moved on with their lives… I had to survive the ruins of mine… so don’t talk to me about walking away.” Marcos looked away, unsure of what to say.

Normally you can’t mark someone that is unconscious because consent is needed, the mark would fade but she was willing to be mine so even for a brief time she will be mine. I bend down to kiss the spot where her shoulder meets her neck and give it a gentle kiss. Tears streaming down my face as I feel King come forward helping my teeth to elongate, committed to this as much as I am. I sink my teeth in piercing her skin.Then time stops, the Earth no longer rotates and the only thing I feel is her, her heartbeat picking up pace, her breaths coming from next to my ear, the love in her heart for her people, family, our pup and me. I pull away as I feel as her arms wrap around my neck and withdraw

Barefoot, I walked toward the beach, wanting to feel the breeze. For some reason, the soft sand beneath my feet felt both cold and painful. "Fiora," Lucian said as he caught up with me. "That bastard dared to treat you like that! Don't worry, I'll have both of them kicked out of the pack." "It's not necessary. I asked Kaia to confess to Chris at tonight's party," I said flatly. "What?" "I'm going to sever my mate bond with Chris." Lucian placed his hand on my forehead. "Are you sick? What nonsense are you talking about? Chris is your mate, and you two are destined to be together. Don't you love him?"