Carve The Mark Series Novels & Stories

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.

Pages whipped violently, as if an invisible hand was tearing through time. A symbol burned onto the paper - glowing, pulsing, alive. - A crescent with roots like veins. Elara stepped back in horror. “That’s the Hollow Mother’s crest.” I stared as the mark brightened - brighter and brighter until the entire room drowned in white flame.

Alpha Dean’s chair scraped faintly as he rose to his feet, his face etched with disbelief. Loretta’s cup nearly slipped from her hand. She stood, crossing the space between them in hurried, ungraceful steps — so unlike her usual composed self. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, almost afraid to touch. “By the Goddess…” she whispered, tears pooling in her eyes. Her voice cracked as her fingertips brushed the mark. “This… this is the crescent of destiny.” The mark pulsed under Loretta’s touch, faintly glowing, sending a ripple of energy through the room. Even those who did not understand the weight of it felt its power.

To our salvation. A vision hit me then her eyes in the dark, wide with recognition. The soft gasp of her breath. The press of her palm against my chest. The burn where the bond would mark us both. I stumbled back, shaking. “We meet tonight,” I murmured, chest heaving. We mark tonight, my wolf growled, savage and certain. And no force in this realm or the next will keep us from her. The wind howled around the Pack House, echoing the truth I could no longer deny.

When he finds what he’s looking for, he holds the letter up, putting it close to the bones, then pulling it away again. “Take a look at this,” he says. I squat down beside him. “See those marks in the rib bones.” “Yes,” I say. He takes the paper and turns it until I can see what he’s showing me. The marks are the same width apart, and there are scratches on the several ribs where Althea’s claws scraped across Derrick’s ribs when she stabbed him.

The mark tingled on my neck like a brand of fire and ice. “Alpha Liana,” the Shaman said. “Please mark Alpha Darius to complete this union.” Darius’s mouth glistened with my blood. He turned his face over his shoulder to expose the point where I had to mark him. Without hesitation, I raised myself on toes and sank my fangs in his neck. He let out a low groan, his arms wrapping around me tightly. Marking him felt so natural, like I was made for him. I pulled my fangs out and said, “And now you're mine.”

she retorted, her eyes flashing with mischief as she passed him another barrel. Elsewhere on the deck, Marcus worked with care and concentration, carving a new pack symbol into a wooden plank. His hands trembled slightly with emotion, each cut a testament to the pride and hope that filled him. The symbol took shape under his skilled touch, a physical representation of their new identity. He paused, studying his work with a critical eye, the weight of its significance settling over him. It was more than just a piece of wood; it was a banner, a promise, a new beginning.

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.

I recoiled, taking a couple of steps back, as Haven's voice shattered the air with a blood-curdling scream, her anguish and terror echoing through the space like a haunting specter. The Shadows began their meticulous work, carefully extracting each mark from Haven's skin, one by one. They started with Rowen's mark, the rose gold 8-pointed star that had been emblazoned on her calf. As The Shadows worked their dark magic, the mark shattered, sending shards of rose gold flying through the air like a scattering of tiny, gleaming projectiles. The destruction of the mark had a physical echo, as Rowen stumbled backward, his hand clutching at his chest as if he'd been struck by an invisible blow. Hi

Her eyes still had the hope that they will escape the claws of those Dark souls, and Empress happened to read them. Sighing lightly, Empress was about to utter something but was started by Carol's loud gasp. Following her line of sight, she found that the poor girl's gaze was stuck at her shoulder, at her ‘Mate Mark' precisely. “It’s… it’s…fading. The Mark is fading.” Carol gasped again with both hands over her mouth, and eyes wide and round. Grand Empress smiled a cracked smile, and answered, “It’s just a matter of certain seconds, and the same amount of seconds will you be having to escape from here.”