Carve The Mark Series Novels & Stories

I leaned carefully to see my Aunt and Joanna. “I looked everywhere for it, didn't find any,” My aunt responded, her tone was as low as she could get it. “I don't think she has a mark. So I don't think there's a need to bring her into the life, the life that her father fought to keep her out of,” “The girl deserves to know. She's still going to have questions because with or without the mark, the blood is in her vein,” Joanna retorted sharply. I figured I had heard enough and it was clearly a conversation I shouldn't be caught listening to. I backed away slowly but my back bumped into someone.

I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh and I swallowed the nausea. “What is it?” Marco whispered as he stared down at me. My gaze was fixed on his exposed throat and I opened the blade discreetly. When I looked at him, my smile was bittersweet. “I hope you rot in hell for eternity.” I whispered and his eyes widened. I struck immediately, slashing the blade across his throat in one clean motion. For a moment, Marco just stood there, his expression confused. Then blood began to spurt in rhythm with his heartbeat. He tried to speak, but only gurgles came out.

Nonetheless, I understood it too late and only regretted it after losing her. Later, I got in the car. However, the overpowering scent of blue moon roses made me even more irritated, so I frantically threw all the flowers out. After that, I shifted into my wolf form and used my sharp claws to scrape off all the blue paint on the car until the entire vehicle was completely destroyed. I could not bring myself to throw the car away because it held so many beautiful memories with Alyssa. I remembered how she had looked at me with those big, watery eyes and how she had made those little whimpering sounds, even how she had moaned my name over and over when she was lost in passion.

“Caroline’s charity case!” “Better toss him scraps while you’re at it.” Mark chuckled low, folding his arms across his chest. His smirk stretched wide, smug and hungry. “Don’t bother, Caroline. Some people aren’t worth saving.” His eyes flicked to me, gleaming with malice. “He’ll break soon enough. You’ll see.” My fists trembled at my sides. Fenric’s growl swelled into a roar in my head, pressing, pushing. “Tear his throat open, let him choke on his own blood. Do it. Do it now.”

It was everything good and Mark howled inside him, excited and restless. 'Mate. Mate,' Mark howled again, the word echoing in his mind. But.... How could this be? What the hell just happened? ........why a human? Why would a human be his mate? Again? He blinked slowly, his nostrils flaring in irritation as if she wasn't even human. As if she was some house roach that he'd want to trample under his feet. “You’re human…” he murmured, barely audible. “But why does it smell like fate?”

With a satisfied growl I lifted her from the floor and carried her towards our bed. With our clothes out of the way my gaze lingered on her bare neck and leaned in sinking my fangs into her neck marking her as my mate. Axel had to mark Ember as his mate and the mating ceremony would be complete. She gasped at the pain but soon relaxed when I licked and nipped at her flesh and she closed her eyes savoring it. When I finished licking her blood from my mouth I straddled her hips, placing kisses all over her pale pink cheeks and forehead.

This attack needs to be a surprise, catching him off guard. Entering the tent, I find Cole engrossed in studying the map, his attention so intense that he remains oblivious to my presence. As I draw nearer, my eyes catch a glimpse of a mark on his neck, initially resembling a hickey or a playful “promise bite” as we teasingly refer to them. However, upon closer inspection, I discern that it is no mere hickey, but a profound mate mark.

Mark immediately located the source of the voice and padded over to the truck of the car, the hood was closed but that didn't hinder him, he pulled out his claws placed them in the space between the trunk lid, and pulled upward using his strength, It work however he put too much strain on his shoulder and tore a muscle, he immediately balanced back into his paws, he felt it when his muscles stitch themselves back together. Mark gazed into the trunk and locked eyes with a girl, she was pinned beneath a tire, her legs twisted in odd angles with the white bones sticking out, and there was a tire jack on her neck, which he could tell crushed her lungs. Her blonde hair was muttered with blood and

I stood in the wreckage of the nursery, looking at the silver-oak wolf carving Marek had given Leo—now nothing but a pile of splinters and scorched dust. "The Marrow Protocol," I rasped, my voice sounding like raw meat being dragged over a gravel road. "Tell me exactly what that means, Marcus." Marcus stood at the jagged opening where the windows used to be, his face illuminated by the sickly purple flares of the Council ships retreating into the upper atmosphere.

What do you mean? His face darkened instantly. "That mark hasn't disappeared to this day. This kind of thing is not normal for Leykan." I forgot not to notice the mark on Cara's neck today. "What about those weird strokes?" 'Of course it hasn't disappeared. Those scars won't disappear until the marks disappear. That's why I ask you, is the mark on Caroline's neck just an ordinary mark." 'Of course, I just bit him like-" my words came to an abrupt halt. "Is there a chance that the mate mark hasn't disappeared because Cara is my true mate?"