Emperor Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"

To regain her freedom and leave the organization, she applied to take on a Class Z mission - the hardest levels of all missions. If she successfully accomplished the mission, she could finally get a chance to fall in love, create a family, and raise two dogs. However, her hopes and dreams were shattered. She failed and died! She could not accept that result at all! Not only that, she could never accept that she died! She was only willing to die when she could finally get what she wanted! So, what did she do? She defied the heavens for not even the Jade Emperor and Buddha could stop her! ***This novel is inspired and based on Back from the Dead by Miss_Lonely_Potato.***

A babe reached out to feel her neck. She recalled the “love mark” that was still bright in color. It won’t come off anytime soon because she knew it had only been a night since.

The Shadowed Alpha Series: Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha Book 1 Marked By The Shadowed Alpha Book 2 "I will give you the most pleasurable pain you’ve ever had. You like pain, and lucky for you," his smirk deepened, his gaze dark with promise, "I know how to give pain until you cry for me." The villain wasn’t meant to be emperor, nor was he supposed to be handsome. Yet for reasons I can’t understand, he hates me. At the Academy of the Arcane, I became untouchable, unstoppable. My beauty was both a weapon and a curse, a cruel reminder of the life I lost. But none of it mattered to him. Tharros. The Emperor of Shadows. The unchallenged ruler of witches, vampires, werewolves, and fae. His gaze burned with something raw, something personal. "You made me this way." he growls. I stared at him, confused. "I don’t even know you." His laughter was slow, cruel. "Then I’ll make sure you never forget." Days later, I woke up as his bride. Bound to him by marriage, a punishment, a prison. Now, I must untangle the truth of his hatred, uncover the past he swears I buried, and face the dark memories that lie in wait. Because in this game of vengeance, I am both his prisoner and his beautiful prize, one he will break. He craves my pain, but I crave the way he gives it. Book 2 My name is Obsidian Sigil of Liora. They say he’s cruel. That no one knows where he came from. But I remember how he looked at me, like I was the only thing he ever wanted. And I ruined him. I betrayed him. But this my second life, I will make it right. Warning: Extremely Dark Romance | Rated 18+

“Go quickly, mark her. Her wolf still recognizes you as their mate.” His mother persuaded. Olivia’s life changes when she discovers she is mated to the alpha of her pack who is already set to mark another prepared for him by his mother as his chosen mate and luna. With Olivia's life on the line, Rowan ignores her cry for help. He abandons her to go spend time with his chosen mate who framed Olivia, putting her life at risk. Olivia is saved by a Lycan Prince who would readily give her everything she had always desired. Rowan panics as he loses Olivia to the Lycan Prince. What will happen when the Prince finds out that his mate is being captured and held against her own wish by her ex-mate?

On the night of the Blood Moon Pack's grand ceremony, my Alpha fiancé Ethan solemnly announced before all pack members that we would soon complete our lifelong marking. The pack's blessings surged toward us like a tide. My face flushed red as I pressed against his strong chest, which carried the scent of pine. Suddenly, a figure blocked the moonlight at the temple entrance. Ivy, my friend who had vanished five years ago, stepped inside, accompanied by a pup with eyes like stars. Ignoring everyone's gaze, she walked straight toward us. Her collar slowly slipped down, revealing a deep Alpha bite mark on her neck. Under the moonlight, that mark was as shocking as a brand. "Lucas, come to meet your father."

Hazel, a weak omega, comes across Alpha Austin on Thanksgiving. He is beautiful, manly, with a gaze that could make any omega's heart flutter. And she fell hard. She decided to take her feelings to the grave because she knew that he wouldn't even take a look at her. But when Austin is suddenly rejected by his long-time girlfriend, and a mishap sends Hazel straight into his arms, he leaves her with the tingling sensation of a mate's mark on her neck and announces her as his mate. Hazel is forced to agree, but even as she watches herself in the mirror, the mate mark staring right back at her, she knows deep down that his mate is someone else. Someone...who wants the position just as much as she does, and would do anything to get it.

During a company retreat to Colmar, I found out my boyfriend was going to propose at sunset, surrounded by colleagues. Instead, in the golden light, he dropped to one knee with a ring in hand in front of someone else. “Lana, I’m ready to be the father of your child. Will you marry me?” Lana, the woman Mark had loved for ten years, his unforgettable first love. I stared at the two, watching them embrace. Then I quietly turned away, booked myself a trip three days out, and went home for an arranged date. A year later, I ran into him again when I returned to the country. Mark’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my wrist. “Rosie, you’re finally back. Don’t leave me again…”

“I am not your mate, Alpha Janus,” I choke out as he drives me back against the table. His grip tightens. “Then why do you smell like mine?” His voice drops low in my ear, “Why does my wolf chant your name?” The mark on my neck burns, threatening to betray me. My father gave my sister to my fiancé, Alpha Janus, and threw me into a marriage with an old man, so I ran. Only to wake up in a stranger’s arms… marked and mated. Now I’m back in Alpha Janus’ pack as a maid, hiding in plain sight while he hunts for the woman who carries his mark, and my father hunts for me. If either of them finds out who I am, it’s over.

Today I had my first kiss. It wasn’t planned. It was also with a complete stranger. As I walked through the crowded halls of Crestwood High, my heart light with excitement, I felt it before I saw it—a familiar presence, sharp and wrong. My boyfriend, Mark, was nearby and he wasn’t alone. “You’re a bad boy,” the cheerleader laughed softly. “Only for you,” Mark replied before his lips closed over hers. At that moment, I felt sick to my stomach. “Oh, Mark. Stop it. You know we can’t be seen together. What if your girlfriend finds us?” “She’s in class. She’s never late. You don’t need to worry.” My heart was heavy in my chest, but also a wave of fury and resentment crossed me. “Bethany?” Mark breathed, staring at me in shock “What are you—” Before he could get the entire question out, I turned to the gentleman beside me, placing my hands on his shoulders and pulling him toward me. He went easily, though his eyes showed nothing but confusion. I closed my eyes tightly so I wouldn’t have to see his expression any longer. Then, our lips touched. Later, I walked into my class but found,It was him… The man I kissed only moments ago in the hallway. The man I had given my first kiss to, was my professor.