Novel & Cerita Carve The Mark Series

Pack history curated into something that could pass for a family story if you didn’t notice how many faces were missing. But what grabbed me wasn’t the photos. It was the marks. Once I knew to look, I couldn’t stop seeing them. A crescent crossed by three slashes—inked behind an ear, at the base of a throat, along a wrist where a watch could hide it. Some were bold, fresh lines. Others were faint and old, like they’d been done decades ago and faded into the skin. I stopped walking. Mason’s hand snapped out and caught my elbow. “Move.”

Blood trickled down Elara's shirt, but the wound healed quickly, leaving a deep mark on her skin. Elara looked at Damian. "I also want my mark to deepen on you because, remember, I was wolfless when I marked you, so it's like no teeth left a mark on your shoulder, hahaha," Elara replied with a laugh. Damian smiled and took off his T-shirt. "Mark me wherever you want," Damian replied, making Elara laugh. But before she marked Damian, she saw the deep scars on Damian's chest and side, and she remembered that she was responsible for them.

“In my pack, on the night of the full moon ritual, the moon goddess blesses the entire pack. But she blesses the alpha king differently. A bright and glowing mark appears on the alpha’s neck which symbolizes her approval and strengthens his leadership.” I nodded. Every pack had rituals, but I had never heard of a mark like Rose’s appearing on someone else. Ethan continued, “This last full moon… during the ritual… the same mark that I saw on Rose appeared on our king’s neck.” My breath caught and for a while I couldn’t form any words. The same mark? The exact same one Rose had? My heart began to pound. “Which pack is that?” I asked, even though I already had a bad feeling.

I pressed my hand to my nose, but it did little to dull the stench. Lying sprawled on the forest floor was a rogue. Or what was left of one. His body was twisted unnaturally, limbs bent at wrong angles, ribs cracked open like a chest cavity had been torn apart from the inside. Deep claw marks ran across his neck and abdomen, feral, not clean like ours. But it wasn’t just the brutality that froze me. It was the mark carved into his skin, burned into his chest. ‘Black magic,’ Dowen growled through the mindlink, his voice laced with disgust.

The watch had since become a token of our love, and he never took it off aside from bath and bed. And yet, it was now in another woman's photo… Taking a deep breath, I put mine in a drawer. - Duke didn't return that night, so I went alone to the venue the next morning. I booked the place six months ago for the marking ceremony, but now, I'm here to cancel it. Still, I ran into Diana there—our neighbor, and a mate of one of Duke's sentries. Seeing me, she came over and took my hands, congratulating me endlessly before saying, "Oh, and I just saw Duke buying a car trunk full of champagne roses, and now I ran into you here! The marking ceremony is soon, I take it?"

I couldn't see anyone, but I could feel the person's amusement clearly from their gaze. At this moment, "Bam!", the auctioneer's hammer fell with a thud and I looked away. I was sold. They pulled me off the platform and led me down another series of corridors. The men I had scratched seemed more eager now, his scared face flashing me a sickening grin.

The person who was supposed to be her father-in-law and grandpa to the pups that she would bear if she ever would have mated to Ace Ales tilted her head to the left to check if the evidence of having a mate was still there. To her disappointment, the mark was still visible. It had healed and turned into a scar which the doctor said that it would never disappear no matter how hard she tried to erase the evidence. Of course she had gone to the doctor and asked him to give her the medicine that would help to heal and get rid of the scar completely because she had tried her grandma's herbs to no avail. "I hate you,"Alessandra mumbled under her breath and tried to cover the mark using the collar

The second I’m inside him, he’s moving again, fucking Lauren while taking every inch of my cock. We are lost. Completely, utterly lost in each other. The room fills with our names, our moans, our cries to the Goddess. Carl tightens around my cock, a desperate growl tearing from his chest. “Mark me!” He lowers himself onto Lauren, pressing her deep into the mattress. I lean down, fangs extended, as Lauren does the same. Together, we sink our teeth into his flesh, marking him as ours. Carl’s roar shakes the windows. His body clenches, his release driving me over the edge. I spill inside him as Lauren cries out, tumbling after us.

His eyes widened in shock before he moved back. “We don’t know what will happen,” he said. A sigh left my lips. I know we can't erase Smith’s mark. But I can't wait. “I can wear two marks, right?” I asked while my eyes moved between Carson and Ares. They both slowly nodded. “Well, then one of you can mark me. And seeing Ares and I already marked each other before everything happened, and will do again after we kill Smith,” I said with a shrug before continuing, “I want you to mark me, Carson.”

Each symbol pulsed with a strange energy, making my heart race as I whispered the words aloud, one by one, my voice low and careful. The syllables felt heavy, like they carried the weight of centuries, but when I finished, nothing happened. Just silence, thick and heavy, pressing down on the clearing.I shifted my weight, dirt crunching under my boots, and that’s when I saw it—right at my feet, half-hidden in the earth, a single marking, different from the rest. It was smaller, almost delicate, but it thrummed with a quiet power, like a heartbeat trapped in the ground.