Demon Slayer Mark Novels & Stories

"I met the demon you had a contract with. The one who granted you the full power of that dagger. We get along well, you know. His name is Marcus. He was also on my team when I was still researching how to make a place like this which connects the Netherworld, Heaven, and the Land of the Living. He said he'd love to meet you again if he ever get the chance." "Really?" Was the only word Shane said upon knowing that some punk was able to get close to Mara. He feels a little jealous... or maybe very jealous because that demon was able to spend so much time with Mara while he was left here to wait for years. He pouted and then slightly tilted his head. "Yes, ang guess what? I feel a little bad fo

Esme~ YOU DID WHAT? Clary looks uncomfortable right now and I do not remember anything after killing the two warriors. “I um I-I had to mark you after you fell unconscious in excruciating pain we did not know what caused this and I thought you were dying so in desperation after confirming clary was not the reason for your decline I decided to mark you. You were already unconscious at the time i felt I had no other choice” I look at him stoically he drops his head down and whispers “I am sorry I did not ask your permission to mark you” I get up and walk towards the mirror to look at Perseus’s mark on my neck I stand in front of the mirror. It is fully healed and I can see that sampsons mark i

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.

All fight and fury gone, and instead I am truly submissively standing over here, wondering if it'd be safer to brave the storm than to be in here with him. He stares my way for a moment before shaking his head, so clearly amused, and turns to pull his cape off and kick off his boots. Hanging both on pegs on the back of the door, and revealing the form-fitting layers of his dark clothing. Highlighting that he is as broad and strong as he seemed, and I now see the briefest, subtlest hints of a permanent dark vein on the side of his neck. All Demonics carry a mark like this on show. There’s no hiding what they are. “Ask it… I can hear the gears of your brain running riot. It’s obvious you know

Damien smiled from the dais. He looked perfect. Of course. Black coat tailored close to his body. Gold eyes bright beneath dark lashes. Hair loose at his shoulders in a way that made him look both royal and wild. A thin healing line marked his temple where my blood had hurt him through Selene’s corpse-soldier. I liked that mark. I hoped it scarred. Selene stood beside him in silver. Her burned hand was covered in a white glove. Mara’s torch had done that. I loved Mara more.

She muttered under her breath, trying to break down whatever law or curse governed what we were seeing. After a moment, she looked up, her face grim. “It’s a mark,” she said. “Not human. The power signature is clear.” Her gaze lingered on the burning symbol. “It was left by a demon.”

I ignored her shout and continued doing what I was doing. I was busy trying to take a mouthful of the spring of water coming out of her vagina when a hot slap landed on my face. I looked up to question her on why I deserved a slap, but I was met with the angry glare of my best friend 'Mark' the bat demon. "Wake up you fool! You must have been blood deprived for years, for you to gulp the I was splashing on you," Mark said as he tried to land another slap on my face, but I caught him just in time.

My lips invaded her neck hungrily and she gasped in shock when my fangs nipped her drawing blood. There was something different about her...she made me feel things I've only felt when I was with Hestia. Our eyes locked in a frenzy when I realized what I had done. Two dots were on her neck. she smirked at me. I marked her. And it wasn't just an ordinary mark. I had made her mine and it means that Galen can't have her anymore. I thrusted into her and her lips parted softly and I watched her eagerness. "You're mine now."

I longed to find a person who won’t define me for my blood but for who I am and I didn’t expect that it will be him. Alpha Seymour nodded. “ You need to do me a favor, though.” “ Anything,” I said, feeling overdramatic from the gush of emotions inside of me. He stands up and looked down at me. My gaze follows his pursuit as he grabs his swords and lined it up to his arms, shoving back the long fabric covering his body. I gasped. My knees wobbles as I saw our mark. It wasn’t on his spine like anyone else. His mark was definitely connected over the sword that he’s always holding. It’s like a series of lines running down his hands up until the end of the sword.

Black cloth with a silver symbol. An eclipse with a dagger through its heart. The mark of the Eternal Order. "They are already here," Asher said quietly. The torches drew closer. And somewhere in that approaching army, Mordain the Undying was coming to kill me.