Alien Abduction Marks Novels & Stories

As the alpha turned to her with cold eyes, she muttered. “Not anymore, Myra. I reject you, and you don’t have my mark anymore,” he snarled as Myra felt that wicked pain on her wrist as she shot up from the bed. “No!” She screams out, her body trembling in shock as she stares at her arm, the mark still there, the room feels drowsy; meanwhile, Myra rushes to the toilet and turns on the shower, letting the cool water soothe her body. Myra rocks back and forth, feeling suffocated, until she touches her hands to confirm his mark is still there, a mark she had scratched until it became red.

Moonlight like a silver blade through the trees. And there—standing at the edge of a cliff—was Ivan. He turned to me, eyes glowing faintly gold. He reached for my hand. And I felt the mark burn. When I looked down, it wasn’t my shoulder anymore. It was a chain. Linking us. I woke up gasping. Sweat. Heart racing. I checked the scanner. My resting heart rate had doubled. And my mark… was glowing faintly. For real. Not a dream.

"I admit I was wrong in the past. I'll make it up to her slowly. But what does that make Jasper, taking advantage of her grief?" At that moment, the ceremony reached the exchange of the mating mark. The High Priest held up a moonstone and asked me, the future Luna, if I was willing to accept the Alpha's mark. Kade could no longer contain his raging wolf. He shook off Chloe's hand and lunged for the altar. But he was intercepted by enforcers who were already on alert. He struggled but couldn't break free. All he could do was scream at the top of his lungs, "Anya, don't let him mark you!"

The mark tingled on my neck like a brand of fire and ice. “Alpha Liana,” the Shaman said. “Please mark Alpha Darius to complete this union.” Darius’s mouth glistened with my blood. He turned his face over his shoulder to expose the point where I had to mark him. Without hesitation, I raised myself on toes and sank my fangs in his neck. He let out a low groan, his arms wrapping around me tightly. Marking him felt so natural, like I was made for him. I pulled my fangs out and said, “And now you're mine.”

New invading aliens We hid behind a rock outcrop and watched the doors open on the metallic crafts. I couldn't see anything from the steam being released. Then I saw them. They were tall, slender with iridescent green skin. Hairless and had huge dark almond shaped eyes. They were using breathing apparatus and running tests on the ground. They stuck a long metal rod into the ground and lava actually boiled up through the hole making them chatter gleefully. I glanced at Marwan and he looked angry.

There was no war waged between the planets; instead, we would be used as cattle to infuse and breed our species into one. When a white van with dark tinted windows had pulled into my driveway this morning. I knew my time had come. I knew the outcome of my fate. As I watched the men exit the van, they had a large brown envelope in their grasp. A contract to be married off to a Kindred. An alien. I had escaped out the back door, desperate for my life, and unable to endure the prospect of being taken to the spacecraft hidden behind the massive government walls.

"I'm going to give you TWO MINUTES to make yourself decent. Then we're talking about—" He stopped and Stared At My back. "That mark on your back," he said. "Where did I see that mark before?" I looked. There was a scar. Four parallel lines. On my shoulder blade. From the creature that scratched me during the fight. "It's nothing," I said. "Just a scratch." "That's not nothing." Abel's face went dead serious. "I've seen that mark before. On someone at the palace." Silence. "Who?" I asked quietly.

“But we’re still us.” Alex touched the collar. Still us. But outside the safehouse, new alarms began to blare across the city. The alien fleet—drawn by the final signal from the Cradle—had arrived. Ships hovered over Lagos, massive and silent, blue energy crackling between them. The invasion had truly begun. And inside the safehouse, two men mutated, bonded, parents to something extraordinary held each other as the world outside changed forever. The rampage wasn’t over. It had only taken a new form.

he whispers back. There is a knock at his door, and I go to move but he holds me in place. “Come in,” Victor says in a deep voice. “Hey, Bro,” Mark comes in with Tyson. “How did you manage not to get shot?” Victor asks. Mark laughs. “No idea, but me and Ty are ok.” “I get shot twice, Wesley three times, but you not at all,” Victor shakes his head. “You staying for Dad’s funeral?” “Yeah, I know she is technically not my mother, but if you want to let Abby get away from here, Alpha Martin offered her a place,” Mark tells us.

The same thing had happened to his. I'd never seen Marks have color, but I guess it was something unique, though I didn't know if it was because I was a True Hybrid or because I was a True Alpha. "It's gotten brighter." He said, tracing his finger around the Mark. "Do you know what it means?" "Not a clue, but we can ask Abe in our meeting," I said and watched Dimitri's face pale. "What's wrong, Comrade?" "Nothing, I just forgot to tell Alberta that I'd Claimed you." He stuttered.