Demon Slayer Mark Novels & Stories

He smirks at me, turning to face me, crossing his arms over his chest. “The mark for death isn’t like a rash, or a mate mark. The mark of death is a taint on the victim’s soul. It corrupts them, so it makes it easier for the guardian to find them and take them out. But the guardian won’t just kill them, the guardian will consume the victim’s soul and will take it back to the one who made the mark. Can I remove it? Yes, I can, but it will come with a cost.” I look at Gaia and she shifts in her seat and Kronos notices it.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

Suddenly, the wolves with black eyes began to chant over and over again. “The child must be born. The Matron must break.” I clutched my chest as something inside me snapped. “No!” Damien shouted, running to me. But I was already rising. Not by choice. By summons. The shard in my hand burned gold, then red, then black. It lifted off my skin. It hovered in the air, and then it shattered. Light exploded from my palm. And in its place was a mark. The same spiral that glowed behind the throne.

Its skin is pale, almost gray, and thin enough that I can see something shifting beneath it. Not blood. Not muscle. Movement. Like shadows trapped under flesh. It drags one clawed foot across the concrete as it steps into the light. The sound is slow. Deliberate. Like it knows we are watching. Like it wants us to see it. My breath comes shallow. “What is that?” I whisper. Mark does not answer. He steps forward instead, placing himself between me and the creature. His entire body has changed. Not fully shifted, but close enough. His shoulders broaden. His stance lowers. The faint silver glow in his eyes sharpens into something dangerous.

"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.”