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

Leave me. “So you’re leaving,” I muttered, my voice breaking into something barely audible. “I… I…” Mariah stammered, torn, but I didn’t hear the rest. My throat burned as hot tears spilled before I could stop them. Everything felt too heavy…too much. My mate. Her mate. The bond. The mark. My new self. The Red Moon. It all pressed down on me until I couldn’t hold it in. “Don’t cry, Astria,” Thessia said gently, her words carrying that soft wisdom that always managed to soothe. “The Moon Goddess has her plans for us. We can only trust her and be thankful.”

He crouched in front of her, bringing himself to her level. “You always run out of time,” he replied. She looked past him— straight at me. “Liana,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “Listen to me. Whatever happens, you must never let them tell you what you are. The Mark doesn’t own you. He doesn’t own you. No one—” The gunshot was close this time. My scream tore my throat raw. Her body collapsed forward, hitting the stone floor with a dull sound that echoed far too loudly.

The taste of her goes straight to my head like the strongest liquor. I feel drunk on her, and I'm unable to help it. Our mouths finally break apart and I still find myself staring at her. My gaze drifts to the fresh bite mark on her neck. My mark. The skin around it is red, already beginning to heal with the supernatural speed, but still tender. “You alright?” I ask quietly, brushing my thumb just below the mark. Eva reaches up, touching it lightly with her fingertips. She winces a little, then nods.

The mate bond, sealing between us. When he finally withdrew his teeth, licking the wound closed with gentle care, I felt different. Changed. As if some essential part of me had been altered forever. "I'm sorry," Cross murmured, kissing the mark he'd left. "I should have warned you." "What was that?" I asked, my voice shaky from the intensity of what had just happened. "The marking," he explained, his fingers gently tracing the bite. "It completes the bond between mates. It's... stronger with me, because of what I am."

The person who was supposed to be her father-in-law and grandpa to the pups that she would bear if she ever would have mated to Ace Ales tilted her head to the left to check if the evidence of having a mate was still there. To her disappointment, the mark was still visible. It had healed and turned into a scar which the doctor said that it would never disappear no matter how hard she tried to erase the evidence. Of course she had gone to the doctor and asked him to give her the medicine that would help to heal and get rid of the scar completely because she had tried her grandma's herbs to no avail. "I hate you,"Alessandra mumbled under her breath and tried to cover the mark using the collar

She finished telling them, hoping they wouldn’t mind her listening more than normal. Looking between the two of them, Cordovia smiled lightly. Amaria was already nodding, as she smiled brightly. “I don’t care. As long as we can be friends? Plus, you’re gonna need me around.” She explained, as she giggled softly. Cordovia nodded, then looked at Nikolias, who was smiling to himself. He was slightly mysterious to her, but she wanted to find out more. And why he too held a similar mark to her. It was time she asked her father about the marks. But she knew he was a busy man. Since he didn’t bring her to school himself. Sighing, the girl turned around and headed for the main building. She was read

He was not going to think any more of Saaransh or his love, he, was going to have what he wanted, be it in any way. He smiled from the bottom of his heart when his heart made him proud by saying" I marked her mine." ................................................................... HUHOOO...He marked her as his!!! Enjoy reading it :) Love to all <3

“What, explaining this humiliating sh*tstorm before you leave is below you now? How do you expect me to preserve my dignity after all the crap you’ve put us through, huh? Huh?! Oh, we all know that you Tremonts are part of the 1%, the frickin’ ultra-rich elites, aren’t you? So, you fancy that privilege gives you people the right to terrorize anyone you like whenever the mood kicks in, huh?!” Mark struggled against her grip, but the woman suddenly seemed possessed by an inhuman strength—it was as if she was trying to make sure he could never leave even if the effort killed her. Utterly vexed, Mark erupted, “Let me go! I’m in no mood to squander precious seconds with you!”

“Justin, I’m just your uncle, but I have treated you well for all these years. Given our years of affection, you should… make way for me!” Right then, a cool light slashed through the air as Vance made an attempt to stab Justin’s heart with a razor-sharp dagger! “I won’t allow anyone to stop me! I’m unstoppable!” Vance bellowed. Obviously, this man had gone insane. Justin seized the handle and backhanded the dagger, but scarlet blood had begun to flow along the blade. Even though he was aware of his uncle’s long-standing evil intentions, he didn’t anticipate them to be carried out.

As long as it would take to forget Damian, I guess. I knew I was safe here. Damian wouldn't be able to find me, nor would the Cobras. Evanish worked like a charm and erased any information about me. The reality became bittersweet. I had used Evanish so that Damian couldn't find me. But at the same time, I had dreamed of him coming to take me back to him. I dreamed of the fairytale reunion I had hoped we'd have. Where he would tell me how much he loved me and that he would do whatever it took for me to believe him so long as I came back with him.