Demon Slayer Mark Novels & Stories

She just hopes and prays he doesn't mark her. "Get off his back" he heard the voice of his alpha in his head, he growl back at the alpha, if the monster doesn't drop his daughter he his not backing off. The alpha was forced to use his power to compel him to stop. He trys to revert the force of the power against him but he stumbled to the alpha's power. Senseing the weight lifted from his back, the monster turned to face the the pack of wolves at the entrance of the room with the alpha standing in human form holding a gun that he knew for sure shoot sliver. The beast growl in disapproval, there is only one way he could eat his cake and have it. He placed the newborn on the floor, he looked in

He knew about it because he was bonded with his destined omega whom he loves so much. "forget about what Gino told you about the whole destined partner thing. No matter what happens I will never want to mark you willingly cause I have a girlfriend who is waiting for me. I already told you about her and my plans on proposing to her so don't even think about doing some kind of tricks on me. What we have is only a physical attraction due to our second genders."

Killing that goblin to prove that her twin sister or she isn't weak had caused the mark on her shoulder to start hurting again. The night the mark appeared on her shoulder, she had killed her father, the mark had glowed red and was hurting her badly and it could only cool down once a cold water was placed on it. It was also that night her wolf dragon, she had given the name, Obsidian Sigil, had told her: “As long as you spill blood for anger alone, as long as you strike without a thought, this pain you are feeling will never leave you. The mark is not for slaughter. It is for judgment. Kill if you must, but know first if the death is worth the wound you leave behind.”

“Come on, I haven’t seen a mark like this before. Touching won’t hurt.” Now that he mentioned it... I hadn’t seen one like it either. The mark curled over my collarbone in a wild, dark pattern—black and silver, like ink laced with starlight, alive with faint pulses that beat in sync with my heart. It looked like flames licking across my skin, elegant yet feral. “You’re a lost cause,” Rory muttered, rolling his eyes. “What? I’m curious!” “Don’t say we didn’t warn you,” Xavier said, shaking his head as I gave Ryan a hesitant nod.

"He owes me my price. I made a pact... and I will see it honored." Ryker took a protective step forward, jaw clenched. "You're hurt. That thing branded you like cattle. You're not thinking clearly." Kaelan stood by the shattered altar, arms folded grimly. "A demon's mark seals more than flesh. It binds soul to fire. It cannot be undone, Selene." Selene’s voice broke. "There must be another way. This... this isn’t you." Nyra’s lip curled. "You never knew who I was."

she yells back. “I’m not taking you to war until my mark is on your neck. Once it is, I will be able to stay in your mind and I will know if you are at risk. I refuse to let anything happen to you, Samara,” I growl. “Then maybe you should put your mark on my neck, Roman,” she growls back. I jerk at her words. It feels like she just doused me with ice water, taking all the heat of our argument out of me. However, right behind that is a very different kind of heat that spreads quickly through my body.

Janet yelled. Instead of doing as she said, he gave out a smirk while slightly turning his face. "Run." He mouthed out. Turning his head back to the demon, white flames slowly crawled up his hand as he stood in a fighting position. "Come here demon! I will kill you myself with my blessing." Mark announces as he shot out a ball of fire. The monstrosity proved to be very agile as it hopped to the side, dodging the ball of fire. However, there was more to come.

At least I still had one. "When a drone vampire is marked to be a hunter by the queen, she marks him with one of these." He touched the blade hesitantly before covering it. "D-did you mark me? Are you the one who bit me?" Fear flooded my veins. I stood, jumped over the desk, and pulled open the door before I grasped what I'd done. "No, Shiryo-san." He shook his head once. Both Professor Pops and Kenmei rose in unison, as though their movements had been synchronized.

I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh and I swallowed the nausea. “What is it?” Marco whispered as he stared down at me. My gaze was fixed on his exposed throat and I opened the blade discreetly. When I looked at him, my smile was bittersweet. “I hope you rot in hell for eternity.” I whispered and his eyes widened. I struck immediately, slashing the blade across his throat in one clean motion. For a moment, Marco just stood there, his expression confused. Then blood began to spurt in rhythm with his heartbeat. He tried to speak, but only gurgles came out.

“I would never do that to you… my love.” My love. The words sent my heart racing all over again… but this time, it wasn’t fear. “That mark…” His voice lowered, something deeper surfacing. “That’s the reason Sharina is in my life right now… the reason she’s between us. She bears the same mark…the mark of a healer who can reverse Damian and my roles.” “Sharina has the same mark?” My voice rose in shock. He nodded. “Now that you have it too…” he paused, like the thought was settling into him. “Sharina isn’t needed anymore.”