Bite Marks Jenika Snow Novels & Stories

I could almost feel them between my teeth, the way they'd harden if I-- "Jarek?" Her voice snapped me back. I forced my gaze upward, only to freeze at the sight of her neck. Pink marks. Bruises. And--my pupils dilated--bite marks. Not just any love bites. Wolf marks. The kind left by canines breaking skin. A claim. Someone had gotten to her before me. My fangs lengthened on instinct, sharp and aching. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, the metallic tang of blood flooding my tongue.

My jaw tightened. “Are you sure?” I pressed. “Yes,” he replied firmly. “There’s no chemical contamination. No poison. No external injection markers. Her wounds were physical trauma.” “Like what?” Papa asked quietly. I hesitated for half a second. “Like wolf bane,” I said. The word sat there. Uncle James blinked. “What’s wolf bane?” Papa’s head turned slowly toward me. “What’s going on, Jayden? What substance? What wolf bane?”

It smelled like the moon itself, but stronger, purer. Jerick finally turned to the pale wolf who was still crying behind the couch. "Get out," he barked, his voice raw. He stumbled to the shattered window. He had to see. He had to prove she was just a trick. His eyes tracked the path Xian'na had taken to the door, stopping on the damp floor where she had stood. There, pressed deep into the old stone, was a single, unmistakable mark: a golden burn in the shape of a perfect crescent moon. It was a brand too clean, too powerful to be a simple curse.

Garcia spoke up. “ In all due respect Ms. Snow, I don’t think we care anymore, if it wasn’t for the distinctive marks on Mrs. Martinez that we all knew about before the explosion, we would have never been able to identify the body. None of us expected that, and we are saddened by this information, but there is nothing we can do about it. Maria chose to take her life instead of facing the many of us. It didn’t seem like she wanted to run and wished to be laid by her husband. We are shocked at what you did for us. You told us you were going to protect us and you did just that. You went after the very people who wished us dead and took them out. Again we are grateful. I think I speak for everyo

I was slashing, biting, rolling around the snow with a wolf that had to be double my size attacking me right back. He pierced his incisors into my skin, and I cried out. He clawed across my face, leaving slash marks that burned even more as salty tears and frigid air mixed inside the wound. But I couldn’t collapse. I had to keep going. I jumped onto him, trying to get a good hold of his back. I latched my claws to his body as if he were a piece of rock I was climbing. Thick blood stained my paws. He bucked, but I kept hold of him, riding him as if he were a wild bronco.

He could not believe I was dead, and he could not even leave me in peace. Suddenly, as if something clicked in his mind, he unbuttoned my clothes frantically, searching. Finally, his eyes landed on the familiar scar on my lower abdomen. It was from the time he kicked me to the ground, and the broken glass sliced through my body. The scab had just fallen off, leaving behind a pale pink mark. Upon confirming it, he collapsed onto the ground, shaking with fury.

Jenny jeered, looking at her exhausted features, reading the situation’s urgency. “I am leaving,” Jenny patted her shoulder, leaving Savannah to head back to her bed. The door latched, and the silence crippled, letting Savannah feel why she was feeling so exhausted. The glimpses of yesterday’s night were hazy like before, but she had more proof to seek the truth. She immediately hopped out and dropped the bathrobe she was sleeping in and watched herself in the mirror. Her eyes widened with shock when the unknown marks peppered her body, screaming the truth of night. Her nipples were sore and had bite marks on her neck, belly, shoulder blade, and thighs.

But something happened, and it felt like I became more of the person I was supposed to be. Again I think about the mark, and I look at Jacob’s beck where I bit him. There is a mark looking fully formed, on his neck. It shows two wolves sitting howling at the moon, the big one is black, and the smaller one is almost white with a hint of ice blue. Above them is a moon the same color as the smaller wolf, and all around them, a shade or glow of blue shades. It is beautiful, and I can’t stop looking at it. I remember he told me the one on me would look the same. I carefully get out of bed and look around and now I look at the room I am in, and I am shocked.

I asked after a while and Snow smiled lightly. I recognized that smile. No one needed to tell me that the smile was fake. “She’s fine. She’s just a little devastated” Snow replied more between her gritted teeth. I nodded once and Snow put her to sleep before heading out of the room, with me closely behind her. “What the fuck is wrong, Snow?” I asked and she bit her lips. She developed a phobia, might be more than one though, but with what you have explained, she won’t be able to stand anything violent. It would remind her of her past and tamper with her brain” Snow explained and I sighed in frustration and anger.