Carve The Mark Series Novels & Stories

— T*****d t*****d Tap read Tap Read T*****D T*****d A****n A****n kindle Although werewolves are still unknown in modern society, we are one of the most powerful species, we rarely get sick, and excellent resilience makes our physical stronger. Once the wolf in our hearts awakened, we can transform into giant wolves that can easily tear apart any human being. Not to mention the Alphas in the wolf pack, they are even stronger than all wolves. As the leader, Alpha will never leave the pack easily unless they died. I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment.

I moved my teeth against her marking spot, feeling her body tighten once again. “Now, Carson!” Marly screamed as my teeth bit into her soft flesh. I did not stop until I hit bone, and held on as long as I needed to, to ensure the mark was complete. Before Marly was able to finish her climax, I rolled us both over, so Marly was on top. Knowing instinctively what she needed to do, she immediately went to my marking spot.

Normally you can’t mark someone that is unconscious because consent is needed, the mark would fade but she was willing to be mine so even for a brief time she will be mine. I bend down to kiss the spot where her shoulder meets her neck and give it a gentle kiss. Tears streaming down my face as I feel King come forward helping my teeth to elongate, committed to this as much as I am. I sink my teeth in piercing her skin.Then time stops, the Earth no longer rotates and the only thing I feel is her, her heartbeat picking up pace, her breaths coming from next to my ear, the love in her heart for her people, family, our pup and me. I pull away as I feel as her arms wrap around my neck and withdraw

Thank you again for sticking with me and reading; Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir.

​"Now, Aris!" ​As the doctor quickly hooked up the leads and adjusted the sensors, I stood back, my hands trembling. I stared at her neck. The Mark, that beautiful curse that had started all of this, was no longer its usual faint silver. It was pulsing. A toxic, bruised violet light emanated from her skin, casting an eerie glow across the underside of her jaw. It looked like a living thing, a parasite gorging itself on whatever was left of her spirit. Just like it did with the void.

Didn’t return any calls and refused to give a damn about the objectionable Elders who vied for another meeting. The four walls of my bedroom were loud and annoying, suffocating and weighing me down, driving me crazy in the absence of my woman. Her exquisite carved mark on my neck resembled two wolves howling at the moon with golden glittery clouds encircling them. It was printed in pitch black with gold outlining, and the wolves were wearing prince and princess crowns. After nine days the mark should disappear. Till the mark was entirely removed, I wouldn't be expected to mark another. That brought me comfort.

The mark looked fresh, still kind of wet in the torchlight. Elara was right there at the inner gate, staring at this carved symbol on the stone. It was cut deep, like whoever did it took their time, made sure it would stick around. She swallowed hard, feeling uneasy. It wasnt a regular pack mark, nothing like that. And not some threat either, you know, the usual scary stuff. This seemed older, way older. Draven ran his gloved finger along the edge. He said it wasnt meant for just anyone to see.

Brutus is going to kill me. "Sir, if she's dead she won't talk." He tries to comprehend Markus's actions. "Then good riddance." Markus's eyes turn to a lethal black, his spine raises and his chest puffs out. There's the Alpha. He looked strong enough to defeat an entire army in that stance. But I know it is just an act. Markus leaves and as we walks through that door, he takes pieces of me with him. Brutus pulls out a knife. It has a carving of initials on it. CPK. I assume those are his kids' initials, or maybe his mate's.

Dark magic, etched in blood. Griselda’s breath hitched. “This isn’t just a curse. It’s a summoning mark. Whoever carved this into him… used him as a vessel.” My blood turned to ice. “A vessel for what?” Her gaze lifted to mine, hard and unflinching. “For a skinwalker.” The words hit harder than any blade. If Mark’s corpse had been used as a host, then whoever had planted him here hadn’t just infiltrated my walls—they had walked among us.

She was not yet aware that each mark was a testament to a physical torment that mirrored the emotional turmoil he felt inside. Ava's voice trembled as she asked, "Carver, what... what are all these marks from?" Settling in, Carver hesitated, his voice almost a whisper, "There's a place... somewhere I go when things get too much. It's where they... help me pay for my wrongs so I can move forward." His cryptic words hung in the air, and Ava's heart raced, piecing together the implications of his confession. A cold realization dawned, and with a surge of horror and confusion, she abruptly left the bath, not even bothering to keep the water from cascading over the side as she jumped out.