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!'

“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.

Theo was given special time as the Beta, and was even allowed to hold the baby as long as he wished because of his closeness with Cillian. He cradled little Aaron in his arms and smiled down at him in adoration. He’d had his time with the baby and when he was about to put the baby back in his cradle. He noticed something that caught his attention. Something was missing on Aaron’s right arm, for he lacked the Alpha mark that every new born was supposed to carry at least for the first few weeks after birth. This Alpha symbol was peculiar to every child who had at least one parent as an Alpha. People say the goddess created the Alpha mark for the newborns to distinguish the Alpha babies from th

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?”

“But I’d want to do the same to you.” The thought fills my mind all at once. If he carried my marks too, no one could ever take him away from me. No one could ever question who he belonged to. We would never be pulled apart. “I’d let you,” Damian says without hesitation. His eyes stay locked on mine as he continues moving inside me. “I never thought I’d want someone to mark me. But if it was you, I would.” Alphas almost never take marks. They’re the ones who give them. They claim others. They don’t usually allow anyone to claim them back.

One of the older warriors approached slowly, arm wrapped in bloodied bandages. “We tried to hold them back, Alpha.” Kade immediately straightened slightly. “You did,” he said firmly. “This isn’t your failure.” But his voice sounded hollow. Because he absolutely believed it was his. The warrior hesitated before speaking again. “They left something.” Ronan’s eyes narrowed instantly. “Where?” The warrior pointed toward the center of camp. My stomach twisted the second I saw it. A symbol carved deep into one of the burned support beams. A black wolf’s fang.