Where Does Mark Live In Invincible Novels & Stories

I am one of the last of the merfolk, born with the ability to create Mermaid's Pearls. Pearls that can bring the dead back to life. After the werewolf, Kyle, saved me from human hunters, I would have done anything for him. He died nine times expanding his pack’s territory. Each time, my pearl brought him back. The ninth time, I was too weak to even stand. But the first thing he did when he woke up was pull a sexy omega she-wolf into his arms and flirt, "Baby, you smell incredible—not like Althea. Her scent does nothing for me." He glanced at my pale face, annoyed. "Go rest. Get ready for the next time. I'll need you again soon." The next time? He had no idea. There would be no next time. I only had nine pearls. And I'd just given him my last.

He was supposed to be her future but his father became her destiny. ​Elena only wanted safety, and she thought she’d found it with Devon—the pack’s kind, future Alpha. But on the night of the Lunar Ascension, the illusion shatters. Marcus Vance, the ruthless King, returns from the war front. He has no intention of surrendering his throne to his son, nor will he allow a "lesser" omega to secure the bloodline. ​When Marcus corners Elena to exile her, the universe intervenes. A fated-mate bond snaps into place with a terrifying intensity. Overpowered by his dominant aura, Elena is claimed. With a brutal bite, Marcus seals her fate and marks her as his own. ​Now, Elena carries the mark of the reigning Alpha, but her loyalty remains with the son. Caught between Devon’s frantic plotting and Marcus’s possessive control, Elena is forced into a deadly game of survival. ​To save the man she loves, she must submit to the tyrant who owns her body—and fight the dark, addictive pull dragging her into his bed. But the deeper she is pulled into the King’s world, the more she realizes the truth of her own blood: the man she loves is not just her protector. He is her brother. And the castle they call home is built on a rot that is only just beginning to wake.

Alpha Xavier king is an alpha on a path to vengeance. All that drives him is his thirst for the blood of those who brutally murdered his mate and child. With nothing but vengeance on his mind and a broken heart he has no love to give and the only mate he thinks about or loves is the one that one that was brutally taken away from him. On a random Tuesday night a package is spotted on the front door of the pack house. No one knows how the package got there and who placed it there aside for the fact that it is addressed to the alpha. Inside the big black bag is a woman...a naked seemingly human girl with absolutely no memory of who she is and how she got in the bag. Aside her naked body covered with tatoos something else catches the alphas attention...she is the Alpha's second chance mate delivered right to his door step.

She was soft—kind, trusting. Until betrayal carved her open and buried the girl she used to be. What rose from that grave wasn’t weak. It wasn’t gentle. But when a ruthless Lycan Alpha steps into her path, Fate begins to stir. As secrets unravel, bloodlines collide, and marks awaken, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear: Some marks are fate. Hers might be war.

I was making a delivery to a rural village when a mob of villagers suddenly swarmed my truck. They surrounded the vehicle, pried open the cargo hold, and started looting everything inside. “We hit the jackpot this time! A whole truckload of flour! This is enough to feed everyone for ages! Grab it!” The cargo door was forced open, and white sacks spilled all over the ground. The villagers went insane, snatching my cargo like starving wolves. They divided it up without the slightest hesitation. I was pinned to the ground, my mouth clamped shut by someone’s hand. All I could do was watch as they stripped the truck clean. But what I was transporting wasn’t flour at all. It was a highly restricted agricultural pesticide powder. The kind no one was supposed to touch.

Elara Moonwyn once believed love could soften even the most feared alpha alive. She was wrong. When Alpha Darius Blackmoor accused her of betrayal, Elara had no chance to defend herself. The Blackmoor pack chose power over truth, and the man she loved turned cold and cruel. With her heart shattered and her trust destroyed, Elara fled the pack in silence—carrying a secret that could have changed everything. She was carrying Darius’s child. Years pass. Elara builds a quiet life far from pack politics, raising her daughter, Mira, in secrecy. But Mira is not an ordinary child. Her wolf power begins to awaken—wild, rare, and impossible to hide. When her abilities draw the attention of the Blackmoor pack, Elara’s past comes crashing back. Darius Blackmoor is no longer the same alpha he once was. Hardened by regret and haunted by mistakes he cannot undo, he is forced to face a truth that shatters his world: he has a daughter. An heir he never knew. A child born from the mate he wronged. As enemies close in and pack leaders demand control over Mira, Elara must decide whether she can trust the alpha who broke her. And Darius must prove—through actions, not words—that he is no longer the ruthless ruler of before, but a father and mate willing to kneel, fight, and bleed for his family. Because redemption is not claimed by strength alone. It is earned through love, sacrifice… and forgiveness.

Kat is weeks away from her eighteenth birthday, but unlike other werewolves her age, her wolf has yet to awaken — leaving her feeling weak, outcast, and broken. When her mother abruptly tear her away from their pack, Kat is left with more questions than answers. Their desperate escape is cut short by a brutal attack, forcing Kat to flee into the depths of the forest, alone. She stumbles upon the River Moon Pack and its enigmatic Alpha Liam — a man whose piercing gaze unsettles her, even as he offers her sanctuary. What Kat doesn’t know is that Liam is keeping a secret: they are fated mates. Just as Kat begins to hope for a fresh start, sinister messages appear, warning her to leave the pack—or face deadly consequences. Determined not to be a victim, Kat joins the pack’s warrior training, unaware that something far more dangerous than her enemies is stirring within her. A hidden power. A deadly prophecy. And a bond that could either save her—or shatter her completely.

As Don Julian Vitale's woman, I've accompanied him every step of the way, from the streets all the way to the peak. It all starts because I don't like the way Julian's god-sister, Milena Santoro, uses so much force in dressing my wounds that I've dismissed her in favor of other people. The next day, my explicit photos are plastered all over the underground casino's chips. I clutch my abdomen, which still sports the stab wound I've blocked for Julian. As I search for him, I end up overhearing his subordinates' lewd laughter outside a private room. "Winona sure is hot, Don Vitale! Now that her body's printed all over the chips, our luck has tremendously increased as well!" "That's not it! Previously, Don Vitale rewarded me by letting me grope Winona's chest! Because of that, I was able to seal a business deal that's worth tens of millions of dollars!" "Then again, Don Vitale, won't Winona get into a fight with you for spreading her explicit photos like this?" Julian puffs out some smoke while toying with a casino chip with my crotch printed on it. "She's just a plaything whom Lady Luck favors. Without my protection, she's even lower than a mutt. Besides, she's nothing compared to Milena, and yet she has the gall to complain about how much force Milena uses in dressing her wounds?" As the crotch-imprinted chip is flung onto the table carelessly, I feel my heart dying once and for all.

He was born from darkness… She was never meant to survive it. When Evelyn stumbles upon a dying man in the woods, she doesn’t realize she’s just saved a vampire prince—one cursed by blood, bound by fate, and hunted by his own kind. Lucien Virel is no ordinary vampire. A deadly prophecy marks him as the destroyer of his bloodline, and the moment Evelyn touches him, the curse shifts… binding her to his fate. Now Evelyn bears his mark—a blazing symbol on her skin that ties their lives, their souls, and their deaths together. As ancient forces rise and betrayals close in, Lucien must choose between breaking the curse or breaking the only girl who ever made him feel alive. But the closer they grow, the more dangerous it becomes. Because love was never part of the curse. And someone is willing to spill blood to make sure it stays that way.

"He drags me from wall to table to wall again, like he can’t decide which surface deserves this. Wood bites my spine, the table squeals. His hands are everywhere, rough, greedy, feral. He palms my throat, my jaw, my hips. He fists a hand in my hair and angles my mouth. The kiss is vicious. He grinds me open with it. 'Kneel,' he says. The command is a shove under the skin. My legs fold. It’s humiliating how fast I go and how much I love myself for it." He owns my mouth. My body. My fucking soul. But I never said he could have my heart. Eli’s been chained before and it damn near killed him. So when he’s caught running through Blackthorn pack lands by Ronan Vale, the savage Alpha of Blackthorn, he's horrified when the brute marks and claims him. But Ronan doesn’t just bite. He binds. With ropes, with rules, with a voice that makes Eli's knees go weak and a touch that turns resistance into hunger. The bond between them is feral. And Eli hates how much he wants it, how much he wants Ronan, even when he has him spread out and shaking, marked and owned, begging to be filled so he’ll stop feeling empty. Eli swore no one would ever own him again. Then came the Alpha whose bond feels like a brand and a promise all at once. He hates how much he wants it. Ronan’s voice. Ronan’s hands. Ronan’s brutal, worshipful need. This isn’t love, it’s obsession. And Eli is afraid that he's starting to like it.