Carve The Mark Series Novels & Stories

Long, savage marks gouged into the wood, four of them, straight down like someone had raked their hand—no, their claws, across the surface. And beneath it, scrawled with precision and fury: ‘MINE’

"The rejection mark. Marcus burned it into me because my body was fighting the sequence. It's proof I'm a failure." "Look at it." The Template’s voice was fading. "Look at the mark, boy. Really look at it." I ripped my shirt open. The jagged 'R' on my chest was still red, still angry. But under the harsh fluorescent light of the lab, I saw it. The scar tissue wasn't just a burn. It was a pattern. Small, raised dots that followed the curve of the letter.

This one was crafted from matte black metal, the center inlaid with a single, highly polished piece of black onyx. She flipped it over. Engraved on the back, so fine she had to hold it up to the light, was a single, stylized mark: a perfect, unblinking wolf’s eye. It was a sign. A confirmation. A challenge. He was here. He had been waiting for her, or perhaps watching her, confirming his claim before Andre even had a chance. The stranger had left his brand on her bed. She tucked the cufflink deep into the pocket of her discarded robe. It felt hot, a forbidden, wicked secret burning through the clothes.

Kate was sobbing now, the pain in her eyes hit Lena in the gut, she felt a fresh wave of hatred for Darius, and a fresh determination to destroy him. "I still feel it" Kate continued in a strained voice, Lena momentarily wondered why people so scared seemed to be able to talk so honestly with her "When he touches me, I still feel the tingles of the mark...The bond is still there, like its alive and lives in my veins. But his mark, it vanished the day he brought me here, he came to see me a few days after and it had gone, like It had never been there in the first place... I asked him... asked him why... I wont make that mistake again"

Latin was not difficult for me to read I won the award of best student in Latin as a freshman. The writing was weird, it talked about the need for blood and the return of the ONE. It never made sense to me. While I read other carvings, I heard a creak. I turned immediately pointing my light to where the sound came from. My scar burn lessened a bit, but it was still painful and I whispered to myself “It's time to go Aria”. The sound grew heavier and I decided to check it out. “Who is there? Anyone? Come out I won't harm you” there was no response. I walked to the corner and pointing my light I saw a coffin mounted on a heightened concrete floor.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

In the kitchen, they found Lilly and Link already having coffee, their easy affection palpable. Lilly spotted them first, raising a brow. "Well, don’t y'all look cozy." Marcy blushed. "Don’t start." "You wanna tell her, or should I?" Carter asked, grinning. Marcy narrowed her eyes playfully. "Tell her what?" "About the mark," Carter said casually, taking a mug of coffee. Lilly's eyes widened, a grin splitting her face. "No shit?" Marcy rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. "Yeah. He marked me."

POV: Mia (Zero) The cloth in my hands was rough, thickened by ash and time, but the symbol burned through it with such intensity that it felt like it was still alive beneath my fingertips. The lines of the sigil were carved deep, not in ink but in something darker—dried blood, old and ancient, blackened at the edges like it had been scorched into the weave. At first, I thought it was another warning, another threat from the Hollow Fang or their gods, but Chito’s voice had carried certainty when he spoke.

Barefoot, I walked toward the beach, wanting to feel the breeze. For some reason, the soft sand beneath my feet felt both cold and painful. "Fiora," Lucian said as he caught up with me. "That bastard dared to treat you like that! Don't worry, I'll have both of them kicked out of the pack." "It's not necessary. I asked Kaia to confess to Chris at tonight's party," I said flatly. "What?" "I'm going to sever my mate bond with Chris." Lucian placed his hand on my forehead. "Are you sick? What nonsense are you talking about? Chris is your mate, and you two are destined to be together. Don't you love him?"

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.