Book Cutie Mark Novels & Stories

Even the grandparents are there, enjoying their tea and giggling. "Good evening," I'm the first to greet them as I enter the room. They all smile as they regard us. "Oh, look who has decided to grace us with their royal presence," Lily says, coming to hug me quickly. Then, Emily embraces me. Lily turns back to her family, smiling and pointing at my new mark, "They mated and marked each other, alright!" "Oh, finally, I'm happy for you both!" Anaiah beams. Her smile mirrors that of her grandmother, Clare, and Lily's. The women are more excited, while the men smile gently in approval.

Its surface rippled like water disturbed by an unseen hand. “…and so it shall again.” The whisper licked across her skin. A shiver raced down her spine. She pressed her palm to her stomach, instinctively protective—and gasped. Beneath her hand, something flared. Not the gentle warmth of life she had come to know, but a sudden, searing heat that cut through her like a blade of light. “Kilian…” she whispered, voice trembling. The mark appeared as if drawn by invisible fire—thin lines of silver and black tracing across her skin in a shape she could not yet understand. A crescent, yes, but shadowed. Imperfect. The light and dark interlocked like two halves of a wound.

But Silas had always been the one she trusted most, the one who offered comfort without judgment. “I… I found something in the library,” she whispered. Her voice cracked. “Something about me.” Silas sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched. He glanced down at the book in her lap, frowning at the faded letters. “Children of the Crescent… Loretta used to tell me those were just bedtime stories.” “They’re not,” Liora said quickly. “Not to me.” She pushed her sleeve down, revealing the faint crescent-shaped birthmark on her shoulder. Silas’s eyes widened, his lips parting.

I had no idea I could do it and everyone looked at me with wonder. Finally, no one questioned me at this time. "Since no one has suggestions. I'll brand our Pack Mark for Brooklyn now." Devin nudged me. "It might hurt a little." "Worse than me being a scar?" I was so happy and I shared my feelings to Devin. He smiled "That's sweet." We laughed at the same time. Bain delivered a plum-shaped mold filled with flowing silver liquid promptly. Devin cut his finger with a dagger and it traced the plum blossom shape with blood along the mold. The suddenly solidified suddenly and turned red quickly, I felt hot and steaming.

Faelon growled threateningly and Atlas grunted. "I'm just curious about what you find interesting about her. I can see her ex did a number on her and she has a mark on her inner left thigh. Looks like a demon bite," Atlas exclaimed in fascination. Faelon's brow rose as he recalled Lucifer saying she was demon marked. "What does a demon mark mean? Do you know, reaper?" He asked. Atlas shrugged and told him he had no idea but Rai may know. Sophia went to the sink and got a glass of water. They both watched her take a pill and sigh.

I hear Anderson tease, so I look behind me and Carter is sporting a new mark. “Feels good, right?” I ask and Carter nods. I look at his mark and it’s like mine, just her name in black cursive. A chosen mate mark. But a mated mark, none the less. “So, when are you settling down?” Carter asks Anderson. “When I am ready,” Anderson confesses.

The beast purred in delight, already falling for the feisty little kitten pinned beneath him. He licked her face, which gained him a disgusted scoff from his mate. He extended his claws and sliced the material of her clothes from the middle and then ripped it off from her small figure. He noted the skip in her heartbeat. The beast had one thing playing in his mind like a record. "MATE~PLEASURE~CLAIM"

Devil told her that if she hung out with me, it made things worst. But those things never hurt me as much as it hurt me to see him with other girls. After I got bitten, I felt a strange connection with him. It felt like a magnet was trying to pull me to him every time he was near. The tingles intensified if he accidently brushed against me. I also found him even more attractive and my hands kept itching to run through his hair or caress his face. Speaking of being bitten, my shoulder healed quickly, leaving a small crescent shaped mark behind. I found it weird, but oddly beautiful at the same time. It looked like a birthmark. The mark was right were my neck and collar bone met.

It was still too early to ask for a favor, but I did not have a choice. “Yes, sure. You can ask for anything.” Aria said. She seemed to be the soft-spoken one. Alina was the loud one. And it was so obvious that they both came into the selection willingly. “Can I borrow your phone? And I learned that a rule book was given. Can I go through it?” I needed to read the rules and know what I was really getting myself into. “Sure.” Aria reached for her phone and searched her bag for a while before retrieving a book that had the werewolf's royal crest on the front page.

Ten fingers entwined. The mark was complete. He slowly withdrew his canines. The tip of his tongue swept over the bite with impossible lightness. He straightened. He looked down at the mark he had left on the side of her gland. A ring of fine, pale brown tracery. Like the gilded decorative border on the edge of a book page. A sharp contrast to Cain's rough bite. The two marks lay side by side on the surface of her gland. Not overwriting. Not interfering. He lifted his hand from hers. He circled around to face her. He crouched down again.