Claimed But Never Marked Novels & Stories

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

Everyone but Daniel. “You’ve been marked,” the beta declared, voice ringing with both triumph and mischief. His eyes danced as he traced the invisible claim upon me. “And not just once…” He sniffed again, savoring the discovery. “Two… no…three times?” His voice rose with gleeful disbelief.

There were sweet couple photos, handwritten love letters, and carefully chosen gifts. "Chris, I love you!" Kaia declared loudly from the stage. To be honest, at that moment, I couldn't help but admire Kaia's courage. But when I turned to look at Chris, I saw no surprise in his eyes. Instead, there was a trace of fear. Many wolves from other packs didn't know who Kaia was or that Chris was my mate. When they saw such a bold confession, whistles erupted in the crowd, followed by applause. I couldn't resist joining in, clapping and chanting, "Kiss her! Marry her!"

“If you hadn’t intervened, they—” “They would’ve marked you,” she said quietly. “Yes.” My stomach turned at the thought. The red-hot brand. The scent of burning skin. The irreversible declaration carved into my flesh that I had defied something sacred. That I didn’t belong. That I’d been caught. I swallowed hard. “So it’s true, then. The Ember Marking isn’t even legal anymore.” “Not without a formal override,” Ingrid confirmed. “And those are rare. My father made sure no one had grounds to push one through. And by the time Professor Marwood delivered the verdict, it had already been stripped of enforcement. The punishment held on paper. But not in action.”

"They lived. They were released. The claims expired. They went back to their lives." "And the unclaimed ones? The ones in the corner? The ones without dates?" Dane spoke. "The ones who were marked but never claimed. They were released too. The mark fades. They forget. They go back to normal." "Forget?" "The mark has a. A dampening effect. When it fades, the human forgets. Not everything. Just the supernatural elements. The beasts. The Hollow. They remember the man. They forget the monster." Josie stared at them. "You were going to make me forget."

“It is the kind of question a buyer asks before committing money or resources. It means the records Vale held were not the only copies in circulation, or that fragments of her previous buyer list survived her.” The claiming mark under my collar felt suddenly tighter against my skin. Damian set the tablet down. “Kane is preparing a controlled response through the same cutouts. We will not confirm anything. We will plant enough false technical noise to make the original markers look corrupted and unreliable. If the buyer believes the data is degraded, the value collapses. If they push further, we get a cleaner trace on who is asking.” “And if they already have a fragment?”

That was something Marcus would never understand in his lifetime. His gaze darkened. After a long hesitation, he took a small box from his pocket and opened it. Inside was a delicate moonstone ring. "Can we start over?" The moonstone ring was the symbol of a Luna. But the first time he marked me, he had casually given me an ordinary ring, claiming he had lost the moonstone one. But I had always known the truth. He had kept this ring carefully all along, waiting for the day the Luna he had always wanted would finally appear.

"You understand what it is?” "A fraudulent claim," I answered. "Applied without consent and without the legitimate mating process." "You're on point, but more specifically," she looked into my eyes, "it is a mark placed on bloodline territory that did not belong to the person who placed it. Your bloodline was never Luca Vance's territory." She folded her hands in her lap…

“When I was seventeen, I felt pain. Physical pain. Through the bond we hadn’t even confirmed yet.” Her eyes widen. “What kind of pain?” “The kind that means your mate is being hurt. Tortured. Dying.” My voice roughens. “It lasted for weeks. And then—it stopped. Completely.” “She died,” Rhea whispers. “Yes. And I felt her die through a bond that didn’t even exist yet. Because we never confirmed it. Never looked into each other’s eyes.” I step closer. “That’s why I haven’t marked you yet. Not because you’re second choice. Not because I’m waiting to see if you’re worthy. But because I’m terrified.”

Helpless, there was nothing I could do. I tossed and turned all night, ending up with dark circles under my eyes. The next morning, I finally got a reply from Mark. "Sorry, Miss Bennett. I forgot to charge my work phone last night and didn’t see your message. "As for Mr. Williamson… he didn’t seem to be in a great mood last night and didn’t want me contacting him. But as far as I know, his car was at home. "Is there something urgent you needed him for?" I quickly replied: "Nothing urgent. Could you give me his home address?"