Novel & Cerita Why Were Mark's Clothes Melting Invincible

He said firmly! "Thank you, I know you are the best for me!" Justin was immediately overjoyed, hastily told his brother. After the call, Justin breathed a sigh of relief, for now he can only hope the person he found will have an antidote. ... The next day, early in the morning. When Mark changed into his bathing suit and came out of the bathroom, the man had already changed his clothes and had only buttoned the last button of his shirt. Seeing her come out, after looking at her for a while, he suddenly lowered his voice to her.

"Your knee is bleeding! What the hell happened?" I knew the scent of mint had strengthened; I just never imagined that the source of the potency could be his blood. I have not known of anything capable of making Marko bleed. He is invincible, or he is supposed to be. "I just hurt myself." "How?" Even in Red Graw, none managed to draw his blood, so why now? Why here when there was no danger? His body that was facing Katy threateningly turns to me fully, giving me the full view of his wound.

It had buttons as well. Mark choose the clothing as it was very light and convenient. Besides, it will much more easier for him to exert strength with it. A light flick of the coat can cause serious damage. To check for it's authenticity he flicked it powerfully and it caused a loud thud that resounded the air. The snow white clothing accentuated his composure and elegancy. The flick sounded like a whip against a millstone. Diana could imagine how painful it would definitely be against someone's skin. With a dumbstruck expression, she asked Mark 'Are you sure you're ready for this combat? May it not be that you're not a skilled martial artist..."

The veins are bulging and a corroded black hue, the surrounding skin is burned as it pulses and is spread across my shoulder and down under my left breast. "What plan do you think I have?" I went back to hiding the mark and covered myself. They all fell silent, worried about taking over the room, none of them expected things to be this bad. "You knew there was something in my black mark. Melvin died when he marked me... That day the curse was activated and since then it has been growing... That's why I made Marcus promise he would never mark me, but he forgot the real reason. You'll forget soon enough."

For a moment, I couldn’t move. Then slowly, I undressed. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror — all bones and bruises, scars stretched across skin that no longer belonged to the girl I used to be. I reached down, my fingers brushing the worst one — the jagged silver-dagger wound across my waist. Like a centipede burned into flesh. It still hurt. A lot. But soon, I wouldn’t feel pain anymore. And I didn’t care. After the bath, I nearly bumped into Chase as I stepped out.

Mark laughed and took a glass of wine which sat across the table and gulped everything down. “Let us just say I have read your work and I kinda like it” George sighed in actual relief knowing someone isn’t going to criticize his work yet again. “So how did you find us?” Valerie asked again still trying to comprehend the fact that Mark was alive and was seated amongst them. “Well, I happen to have seen in the news where some set of creatures invaded a high school then subsequently, the news agency said that they all disappeared mysteriously. When I remembered all that you told me Valerie, I knew there could be one crew behind this and that was your crew” Mark explained.

When I steadied myself, I saw it—a smear of crimson on a half-submerged stone, a torn scrap of black fabric clinging to a root. “Here,” I said, kneeling. My fingers brushed the cloth, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. It was his jacket—ripped, burned at the edges. Mark joined me, scanning the trees. “He must’ve crossed here. The current’s too strong for him to stay on this side.” “Then we cross,” I said, already stepping into the water. It was freezing, numbing. The current bit into my skin as I pushed through, heart hammering. On the far side, the tracks picked up again—uneven, erratic.

But then, he quickly glanced down at his own clothes. His clothes were provided by the military back at the Riverside base. They were supposedly fire-resistant, waterproof, and had some defensive capabilities. Victor didn't quite believe it at first, but now he did. After all, the guy on the floor was burning, while his clothes were perfectly fine. "I thought the Behemoth was playing tricks," Victor heaved a sigh of relief, then used the firelight to examine the chamber. Although Victor could see relatively well in the dark, he could naturally see even better with light.

"I've thought about it. We can't sever our bond. As an Alpha, severing ties with my mate would reflect badly on me and throw the pack into public turmoil. "The kids are still young. They need a mother." I had expected his refusal. He said it was for the pack, for his reputation, for the children. But never because he loved me. Luckily, I had prepared for this. After Marcus left, I took out the vial I had been hiding in my clothes the entire time. Without hesitation, I finished it in one go. The bitterness flooded my mouth, but it was nothing compared to the pain Marcus had given me. I endured the agony as it tore through my body. Even as the pain made me convulse, I welcomed the feeling of m