All The My Little Pony Cutie Marks の小説・ストーリー

She mused, moving the silver he had used aside as she picked up a large mirror and it was then I realised the metal he had used was completely blank from underneath. “It suits her.” He said with a cold smirk. “Don’t you agree Little Mouse?” He gripped my hair, forcing me to look over my shoulder at the mark that tarnished my skin. My skin wasn’t burned, nor was it red, almost as if nothing had happened. But I’d remember that pain… The mark itself was at least six or seven inches long, and an inch or two wide, most of it was in a shimmering gold, whilst there was a black crescent moon and a star with a few small details in it and there right in the centre was the name.

Again, I watch to see the looks I get from baring there marks on my face, but none of them seem to care as they look over at me, just acknowledging my presence, but not really paying me any attention. I frown to myself, half understanding this. I know that rogues Don't care about the ways of a pack and their laws, but I'm sure they know what these marks mean. If I were one of them I wouldn't be okay with me being here, knowing I've done something horrible to get these marks. Hearing the sound of Mykel's voice, I head to the back of the cabin where I find him measuring and marking boards to be cut as his little sister sits by playing with a doll.

But now I have a mating ceremony on tomorrow, I wanted to wait till my twentieth birthday which was two months from now but Mark insisted we do it earlier since he needs a Luna to help run the pack. I quickly finished my shower, and dressed up in a floral flared dress with a pair of nude pumps. I brushed my hair and pulled it up into a messy bun. After looking in the mirror, I headed downstairs to have breakfast. As soon as I got to the dining area, Mark pulled me into a hug and pecked my lips. “Ewwwww…” I held back a chuckle as I scolded Gwen in my head. 'Can you shut your mouth for once, why do you have the wrong timing to voice your thoughts, I almost laughed out loud in front of Mark ri

Jade's pov: just as soon as I said that my mom pulled her shirt back revealing a mark on her shoulder blade black and purple design was there I've not noticed before ,when did mom get a tattoo? Jade: Mom, wtf is that ? I mean, when did you have time to get a tattoo? Jade's pov , about the time I said that my Uncle Miles and the quad's and Shawn started laughing , wtf is so funny I'm not laughing and neither should they this is bull crap Jade: What is so funny? None of this is funny. You know that right. Lilly: Jade, it's a mate mark. That's what happens when a mate marks you during mating.

The dining hall carried a happy vibe interwoven with color and the aroma of baked goodies. Ariah grabbed me by the wrist, practically dragging me across the room. Slowly, heads turned and took notice of me. Few nudged their friends, while others pointed shamelessly. I think it might be because I had my neck fully exposed, with my hair tied in a high ponytail, and everyone could see my mark. It became painfully clear that I was an anomaly. Not a single other student had a mark like mine. Theirs were all a smaller version of the one Elijah had, minus the paw-like print.

I said, swatting at her hands. Dawn is suddenly picked up and placed back in her seat by her Dad. “Stay,” Sean says, giving her a stern look. I made my way over to the table where everyone was sitting. Reed and Lucas stepped in behind me. Reed lifted my hair and Lucas slid my hoodie, which I had on over my tank top, off my shoulders and down my arms. I heard a round of gasps. I was expecting them to be shocked. When the guys and I saw the results this morning, there was no mistaking that it was a special mark. I have seen all different shapes and sizes of marks. Anything from the full silhouette of a wolf to small moon shapes. The only difference is that, usually the higher the rank, the mor

We stopped instantly. “What is it?” I asked. He pointed ahead. There were faint marks carved into the bark of a tree. Three deep slashes. Marcus snarled as I scanned them. It was clearly another message. I stepped closer. The wood had been torn by claws — fresh. “Rogue marking,” Ronan said. “But look closer.” I did. The pattern wasn’t random. It was three slashes with a line beneath them. Then another. My stomach twisted. “This isn’t a warning,” I muttered.

I turned to find Rico staring at me again. “Rico, out with it!” I snapped. “What?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’ve been staring at me weirdly for the past two hours.” “I’m just curious about your piercings and tattoos,” he chuckled. I have a piercing on my lip, eyebrow, bellybutton and nose. I normally just put on diamond studs. Today I also put on my tongue piercing. I have six tattoos. I have butterflies on my ankle and stomach, stars on my wrist and neck, a dagger on my arm, and a wolf going down my whole back. The wolf is my mate mark surprisingly since Silas got the same one two days after we mated. They just appeared out of nowhere.

With careful precision, I carefully cut away the tiny lacy fabric, revealing her to me in all its glory. With a delicate touch, I trace the sharp tip of the blade down her exposed skin, starting at the base of her neck and following the curve of her body. The metal glints in the dim light, casting an eerie shadow over her figure. She watches me nervously, her breath catching in her throat as I continue to graze the sharp edge across her skin. “Jaden,” she whispers, a hint of fear in her voice. But I know she trusts me completely. “Something wrong Pumpkin?” I ask with a sly grin, pressing the blade against my mate mark on her skin. Her eyes roll back in pleasure, white-hot heat radiating from

Glinda hissed. “Lura can’t hit me and you can’t hit me anymore! I’m a grown damn elf. Only my future mate can hit me.” He waved his finger around. “Pull on the damn leash, but don’t hit my pretty head! It’s why I don’t think without speaking as it is!” My body tensed, coming out behind Creed. “But I have mark here.” I pointed to my neck sheepishly. “Aren’t you cute! That, my dear, is a hickie, not a true mark. He temporarily marked you, that’s all that is.” Glinda pulled on the leash hard enough that Daine fell backwards in the grass with a yelp.