Book Cutie Mark Novels & Stories

I do as he says and only take a small amount before I swipe my tongue over my bite, sealing his skin again. I take a deep breath and let out a mix of a growl, a hiss, and a moan. I feel him laugh as he goes to pull back. I don’t expect it, but I tighten my arms and don’t allow him to move as both my fangs and canines lengthen. Both Cara and Ruth wanted to mark what is theirs. I scrape them at the junction of his shoulder and neck. I hear him hiss low and whisper into my ear, “Butterfly, you can mark me! This is a natural part of mating, don’t be scared.”

I even learned how to use this before doing it on my cutie, so it won't hurt her and at the same time, I don't want to give her any ugly marks on her beautiful skin. I started to curve the letters "Damon's cutie" so beautifully in her smooth soft skin, both on her stomach and on her chest, so it took me around 30 minutes. Then I moved back and saw the art I created, which was so beautiful in her already beautiful body. Then I was above to curve the letters "Mine" in her hand but I stopped as soon as I saw her unconscious body. I took a sigh and whispered, "She is so weak, I have to train her more, so she can take all these little things". Then I took the bandage and started to treat her woun

"Something stupid." Luca immediately disagreed. "Those are always the best things." Mark opened the package. Inside was a small leather keychain. Simple. Nothing expensive. Nothing extravagant. Attached to it was a tiny silver charm. A wolf. Mark frowned slightly. Then noticed something folded beneath it. A note. Mia immediately tried to grab it. Too late. Mark unfolded it. Her face turned red. Luca was already laughing. And he hadn't even read it yet. Mark's eyes moved across the paper.

Calantha bathed in fear and unease. Every minute and every second was torture. She kept rubbing in the bathroom, did not want to come out to face the cruel world. But Calantha knew that she couldn't. Having got out of the tub, she stood in front of the large mirror in that room, and looked at the small red marks on her neck and chest. This was the kiss mark by Lord Hofsess. She leaned over slightly, then saw a small tooth mark on the back of her neck. She raised her hand and gently touched it, pleasure spread all over her body, Calantha groaned, scared and put down her hand. All these things reminded her that she had been marked by Marcus Hofsess.

“Oh my gosh, Cecil, that’s adorable! It really does look like a little ink splatter like I heard. How did you even notice that?” The little black ink splatter was the pack mark that appeared on newborn children, a unique and fleeting symbol of their early days. It looked like a delicate splash of ink behind Camden’s ear, marking him as part of the berrywoods pack. This mark was something all newborns in their pack received, a small but significant identifier that linked them to their heritage.

“I went back with them, and this wolf named Axel said I’d be his True Mate. I sort of knew what it meant but not really, because it turns out it means he has to stab my heat with a meat stick called a cock, and then I got this mark.” I pull up the oversized sleeve of Callan’s shirt and show them the mark, which glowed like a full moon the first night I got it. After it burst into flame, it was an angry blister, but after a quarter moon’s worth of days have passed, it’s only an angry red scar. The pain of the wound still hurts down deep in my soul when I look at it, though.

A triumphant smile curled on my lips the moment the last word left my throat, and I felt something seal on my skin. “Show me,” Blade said after I removed my fingers from both our skins. He cupped the other side of my neck, and I titled my head, showing him what I did to his mark. Blade’s mark on me was a crescent moon, but I added three small stars around it. Whilst I had marked him with three stars, similar to what I have. “Beautiful…” He said, his eyes softening as his thumb brushed over my marked skin. “And what did you do with mine?”

“Then by the light of the Moon Goddess, and in the presence of our pack, I declare you mates. You may mark each other as a symbol of this eternal bond.” With a gentle hand, Chris brushed back Zita’s hair, exposing the side of her neck, and leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss there before his teeth elongated, marking her as his. Zita’s eyes fluttered closed, her expression one of peace and joy as she accepted the mark, her body leaning into Chris’s as if finally, they were two halves of a whole.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

My belly curled with desire when I looked at it, remembering the tidal wave of emotion and passion that had been coursing through me in that moment. “Down boy,” Cara grinned, then turned her head, stretching her neck to try and see the bite. “Is that—” “It’s a claiming mark,” I said, then pulled my robe wide so she’d see where she’d marked me too. “Instinct,” I winked. She smiled, then her entire body kind of stuttered and she whipped her head to look straight at me, eyes wide. “Are they… the marks… do they… do anything?” I frowned. “They are part of cementing the bond—”