Why Were Mark's Clothes Melting Invincible Novels & Stories

"My designs are inside! The new fabrics I bought with my sweat they’re right by the counter! Let me go!" "Are you insane?!" Mark roared back, his voice a rough, furious blade that vibrated right through my chest. He didn't drop his grip. His arms locked around me like a vice, dragging me away from the heat of the doorway until we were standing in the middle of the desolated, rain-slicked alley. He tore his matte-black helmet off with his one good hand, throwing it into the mud, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated fury.

I bite my lower lip and nod. “Let's wait then,” he says. And we do just that. I am glad that Vladimir is with me, or else I would have burned this place to the ground. About an hour later, the doctor comes. “Alpha, Vladimir.” “How is Mark?” I ask, not bothering with greetings. The doctor sighs. “He was more dead than alive when he was brought in. He has multiple cuts all over his body, both knees and left hip shattered. All of the wounds are made with silver weapons.”

Just hanging there like invisible hands grabbed him and yanked him up, his body suspended in the middle of this column of light that’s blasting up toward the ceiling like some insane storm. His shirt is glowing. No— not the shirt. The mark. The lunar mark is going though his whole body, making his chest as the center and it is burning so bright it’s shining through the fabric like a star punching through darkness. “Mom!” Arin cries. That one word snaps my brain back into motion and I run forward without even thinking. “I’m here!” I shout. “Arin, I’m here!” I don’t even slow down. The moment my foot hits the edge of the circle the world explodes.

I went to the wardrobe and found a piece of clothing covered in dust. I shook the dust off and put it on without hesitation. Before long, I felt an itch on my back, near the wound. Perhaps it was infected. When I went out to buy clothes, Mark returned again. Why did he come back? To make fun of me? He thew some new clothes to me and told me to put them on. I refused; after all, he had a girlfriend. It wouldn't be right to buy clothes for another woman, right?

"Welcome to the crew, Ava." We were laughing, the tension of the past week finally evaporating, when the atmosphere suddenly turned frigid. The sound of a luxury car door slamming echoed from the curb. **Mark Vance** stood there, his tailored suit a sharp, ugly contrast to the casual park setting. He looked like he’d aged ten years since the server meltdown; his eyes were sunken, and his jaw was set in a permanent snarl. "Justice?" Mark’s voice was a whip-crack. "What the hell are you doing here with these... bottom-feeders?"

"Remember it!" With a swift and deadly motion, Mark raised his shotgun and fired, the blast striking the minion with a heart-wrenching impact. But instead of simply falling, the minion's body erupted into flames, its screams echoing through the stormy night as it burned on the sand. The shotgun glowed dark red, as if it were burning hot, and Mark's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity as he held it, the sand swirling around his feet like a fiery vortex. It was clear that this was no ordinary weapon, and Mark was no mere mortal. The storm raged on, the wind howling and the sand stinging, as Mark stood victorious with his deadly aura oozing out.

Markus was wearing only a towel, before choosing clothes, he looked at himself in the mirror, raising his eyebrows, as if he was handsome even though his head was bald. Again Mark threw the towel on the bed. Oh, if that bed could scream maybe he'd ask Markus to wrestle. With his innocent body he strolled towards the cupboard, looking for a triangular cloth covering the weapon, he concluded. It wasn't difficult to choose the clothes, this time Mark was wearing a sleeveless shirt and pants with lots of pockets. Don't forget to wear a silver chain. Oh my Good! Markus skated in a car without cover, a gift from Han of course. Don't forget the sunglasses to dispel the glare that hits nature.

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.

Ethan chuckled slightly, “Did I scare you that much?” “Please don't you ever, ever, play a trick like that ever again!” Mark retorted angrily as he came out from the pool, “You scared the shit outta me!” “Yeah, sorry about that.” “Now my suit is all drenched and…” “Don't worry, I can lend you one of my suits.” Mark's eyes widened. “Really?” “Yeah.” “Oh my God!” He squealed, “Thank you so much, Mr Burns! Can I keep it after that?”

The bullet pierced straight into his heart, knocking out his life. “Let’s leave this shitty hole now.” Muttered Ace but I stopped him, remembering Mark. “We have to save someone. Mark..” Ace’s expression changed the moment he heard the name. “So the Fowlers caught him…how?….” I sighed, “I’ll explain later.” We go to the room earlier where I somehow thought where Mark was. And when we entered, I could see him looking blankly at the wall. His eyes had completely turned black as if infected with a disease. He was wearing no shirt, except the worn-out denim pants and the necklace on his neck.