Where Does Mark Live In Invincible 소설 & 이야기

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."

Sage Pov The safe house was a sleek, fortified penthouse on the outskirts of the city — one of Mark’s many hidden properties. The moment the SUV pulled into the underground garage, Mark’s body finally started to give out. He had lost too much blood. The burns on his arm and the deep gash on his side were worse than he let on. Hector and two medics who were already waiting helped him inside. I refused to leave his side, my hand gripping his tightly the entire way.

Vincent said and walked past her. < BLOODY VIPERS CLAN > Mark had been staying in the clan for a while now he didn't want to go home. He was buttoning up his shirt when Karina came in. "Long time no see " Mark said sarcastically. "Did you miss me ? " Karina asked and sat comfortably on his bed. "I heard you are living with Kingsley who is he to you ? " "Awwn is Mark actually jealous , you know I might actually give you a chance " Karina said and winked.

Title: Spark Episode 6 Written by Victor Olusa The electricity went to her brain and triggered it. I watched as she slowly opened her eyes glancing around. She kept glancing around until she saw me. "Who are you" she asked "I am Mark your son" I replied almost breaking down into tears. Finally I have mom by my side. I still have a family. She had a broad smile on her face. "Stop kidding boy" she said removing her hands from mine as I made an attempt to hold her hands.

Mara and Luka exchanged a look, but neither objected. The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue across the living room, but it did little to soften the tension hanging in the air. Mark sat hunched over on the couch, elbows on his knees, staring blankly at the floor. Ever since that night in the alley, he hadn’t been the same. He barely spoke, barely ate. His once confident posture had collapsed into a fragile shell of itself. Vanessa stood at the doorway, arms folded tightly beneath her chest, her eyes cold and calculating as they narrowed on him.

Just worry. Mark, who was in the passenger seat, looked back. His well-bred features were drawn with strain and a new cut marked above his right eye. “The teeth of the enforcers doesn’t stop coming. We need to lay low." He cursed under his breathe while looking at his phone. “They’ve blocked off the main highways already.”

I said to the guy. "No problem." he replied and started playing games while waiting for me. When I walked in, Mark stood up from where he was sitting and smiled at me. "Welcome home," he said. "Where's Ivan?" "He went outside to look for some supplies. He'll be back shortly." Mark told me. We both were silent. "What made you change your mind about coming back?"

The hunter who had tracked Petrova to her lair. He held Thomas with the same gentleness, but his eyes were always scanning, always calculating. When we changed planes in Fiji, he kept our son pressed against his chest in a carrier, one hand never leaving him. When we landed in Los Angeles for a final refueling, he refused to let me leave the plane. "Not yet," was all he said. "Soon." Mark met us at a private airfield outside the city, arriving in an armored SUV with tinted windows. He looked older, grayer at the temples, but his eyes were sharp with purpose.

I felt relieved he had come and also apprehensive when I watched him fight. After making sure Diane was okay, Mason hurried over to my side. He reached for me, trying to check if I was okay. But the moment his hands touched me, pain slammed through him. He doubled over before trying to stabilize himself. Henry's pack soon noticed I was alone with Mason and surrounded me. "You... You are Marked!" Mason said in horror.

ELENA’s POV I swiped the screen with a trembling finger. Mark’s face appeared. He was wearing a headset, sitting in what looked like a glass-walled office in Singapore. He looked exhausted, but his eyes were bright with greed. "Elena! Hey, babe! You wouldn't believe this place," Mark shouted. The connection was a little laggy. "The office is huge! And the hotel... man, Vane really knows how to treat his people. I’ve got a private chef and a driver."