Alpha's Forbidden Mark Novels & Stories

You could hear the wood in the word. “The Mark is not a blessing. It is an extraction,” he continued. “Our first Alpha bound the Moon’s hunger to a human vow. For power. For order. For the pride of ruling our wild. The cost was always the same: a bride marked to be a conduit, an heir bound to be its anchor. If the oath completes, the bond siphons. It keeps our wolves sane and our lands quiet. It eats the bride first.” He did not look at Evelyn. He did not need to.

I turn to leave, I was never going to get a straight answer from her “Just mark him already” “Why?” “So he can be who he is supposed to be, the Alpha of Alphas” I thought he was already the Alpha of Alphas, that’s what I had been told anyway, how would me marking him become an Alpha of Alpha’s “I thought marking him would stop him dying” Amber looks away, its clear that she has let something slip that she shouldn’t “My mark won’t stop him from dying will it, because he was never going to die”

He softly whispered in her ears, "It'd be great if we can mark someone in real life." "Keep dreaming!" Stella stared at him. "This kind of thing only sounds good in graphic novels. Once someone is marked, he or she can never remove the mark. Alphas can mark any Omegas. But Omegas can only be marked by one Alpha. Alphas can cease to be faithful and love someone else. But Omegas can only be faithful to one person in their whole life. Why is that? If we could mark people in real life, the first thing I'd do is remove my gland. Nobody can mark me!" 'I read those kinds of erotic novels just for fun. Who'd want to encounter such a horrible experience in real life? I'm so angry!'

My voice came out muffled. Thorne’s hand ran slowly down my arm in a comforting way. “It’s the mark,” he said softly, almost like he didn’t want to say it at all. “The Alpha’s mark on you. It was made with dark magic. It's meant to bind you. To punish you if you ever try to leave him…or even when he’s just too far.” “So I’m a puppet now?” I asked, blinking through tears. “Every time he leaves me…I’ll be punished like this?”

We are tied to each other now. Then comes the burning pain on my chest, it’s unpleasant but bearable. I look down and watch as the Mark of the Alpha appears on my chest directly over my heart. I smile in awe at the mark that once resided on my father’s chest, that he now just transferred to me. It’s a wolf’s paw print and looks like I’ve been branded with iron. But as the redness dissipates it’s replaced with an iridescent sheen. This mark is binding and cannot be forged.

“The fire is lit in the center of the clearing, and the air fills with the hum of our chant. It starts soft, barely a whisper, then builds until the sound crawls through your bones. The circle closes in, tighter and tighter, until there’s nowhere to run.” He glanced at my hand, then back to my face. “The Alpha steps forward. And right there, in front of everyone, the change begins. Bones shift. Skin tears. Fur bursts through. The air reeks of raw power.” I swallowed. “Then comes the mark. For males, the Alpha takes the back of the hand—three deliberate claws, deep enough to scar, but never to kill. For females, the claws drag across the back, over the heart. The pain is… more than pain. It’s

“Nico, it is good to see you again. The exchange in title is quite easy. I will swear you in as alpha and then you will bite your father where the alpha mark is. This will exchange his alpha title officially to you.” “I’m sorry, he has to bite his father,” asks Ahsoka with worry in her voice. “It’s fine dear. It really doesn’t hurt. He bites this marking here on my forearm and the mark will transfer to Nico. It’s better than the alternative,” dad explains. “What’s the alternative,” she asks. “Well, an alpha can be challenged for his position which will result in a one on one fight to the death,” Zypher explains. Ahsoka mouths the word ‘oh’ and continues to watch silently. The alpha mark is a

I would not let him see what he was doing to me. “I will reject you,” I told him. He laughed out loud, “You can reject me all you want. But when an Alpha marks a female, she has no choice in the matter. It is frowned on by our Council; however, it does happen. And this will happen to you,” he promised me. I looked at him in horror.

“It could only mean one thing. She isn’t your right mate.” “What?” “9 out of 10, she isn’t your mate. You just have to look for the right mate, and being that your wolf seems not to be helpful in this case, then young master, you’re in for a long search.” “So you’re saying Ingrid isn’t my rightful mate?” Theodore whispered. “If she accepted to be marked and still you were stopped by your wolf, then yes, she isn’t your Luna. The person whom you mark without obstruction or restraint is your rightful Luna.”

Alaric said again, meeting their gazes one by one. All he received in return were cold stares. In their eyes, the hunger for revenge burned unchecked. “Because of her, many werewolves died. Our blood. Our species. She must die as atonement,” a man muttered with venom. “Tonight, I declare war on the witches. When I am chosen as the Alpha King, I promise all of this will be fulfilled,” Alpha Thorne proclaimed loudly. The crowd exploded into madness, chanting his name over and over. In mere seconds, the atmosphere turned savage and brutal, and a heavy sense of dread settled in Selina’s chest.