Demon Slayer Mark Novels & Stories

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

​"Now, Aris!" ​As the doctor quickly hooked up the leads and adjusted the sensors, I stood back, my hands trembling. I stared at her neck. The Mark, that beautiful curse that had started all of this, was no longer its usual faint silver. It was pulsing. A toxic, bruised violet light emanated from her skin, casting an eerie glow across the underside of her jaw. It looked like a living thing, a parasite gorging itself on whatever was left of her spirit. Just like it did with the void.

“Why?…because…Demon race consist of over thousand of factions…Demon kin, isn’t like anyone thought…they are not evil..they were just like any normal being..and…to know which factions a demon belong to is by looking at their faction mark on their Wrist…which means that mark is your birth history…” I activated her {Mark of Faction} with my [Ring Of Power]. showing my tighten fist, then suddenly a black marking appeared on her wrist, her wrist were burning and she was shocked by it and she was screaming in agony, but that wasn’t happened only to her but every single Demon in the mansion. All of them were writhing in agony, kneeling on the floor, the whole fiasco lasted for about 10 seconds, and

Rose’s Pov I kept staring at everyone in the room, confused and shocked at the same time. Their eyes were fixed on my chest as if they had just seen something that was impossible. My hand was still resting on the warm spot where the bright light had shone earlier. “What… what is happening?” I asked with a trembling voice, looking from one face to another. Solen’s lips parted, and she let out a shaky smile. “It means… it means you are a true Luna,” she said slowly, almost whispering. “You are the marked Luna.”

“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?”

Dimitri’s mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile. I dropped my hands and stared at him. “So this mark thing…explain. In detail. Slowly. Like I’m five.” “A mark is…permanent. Mostly. It ties your emotions, your instincts, sometimes even your strength to each other. He'll be drawn to you…hard. It'll be almost impossible for him to stay away for long. And you…” He hesitated. “You'll feel him too. Especially when he's close. Especially when he's hurting. Or wanting or regretting. When he feels anger. Need. Love.”

“No, you do not date a girl, and even get engaged to someone, then try to kill them! I do not give a shit if you found out Shelly was your mate! That is not how it is done!” “What was I supposed to do? Turn her the wretch?” “You have no idea, what you have done!” I turn to my Gamma “Throw him in the dungeon when we get home and prepare ourselves for war” “Over a pathetic HUMAN Freak!” Mark screamed “That girl is my MATE!!! Have a care what you say, you know nothing! We prepare for war just in case. I intend to find her before anyone else does!” My Gamma stood by my side as they hauled Mark away in shackles

Seeing nobody yet, she walked out of the room and down the stairs quickly. Moving down the hallways, she finally found what she was looking for. The hallway with the portraits of the odd creatures. As she looked further at them, she could tell they were different. There were more than six portraits that had different markings on them. She looked down to her mark and sighed. ‘So why does mine have two?’ She thought, then went to leave the hallway. Only, she bounced right off something and stumbled to the floor. As she looked up, she could see her father standing there. He smiled and held his hand out to her.

For a moment, my heart ached so badly I could barely breathe, and I rushed to grab Alyssa's hand. As an Alpha, I would never bow my head to anyone or shed tears in front of anyone, yet I was crying openly for her, desperate for even one glance back. My body trembled, and my voice cracked with emotion. "Alyssa, I know I was truly wrong. I'll do anything if you'll just forgive me. When we return, we'll have the marking ceremony immediately. I'll announce to the entire pack that you're my Luna, and no one will dare disrespect you or hurt you. Please just forgive me."

Then she says, in English: "Show me your left wrist." Damon raises an eyebrow — the first crack in his composure — but he rolls up his sleeve. The skin is unremarkable. Pale. Veined. A thin silver scar across the radial artery from a knife fight he'd never explained. "That's not—" Aurelia starts. "No," Mariko interrupts. "The mark. Does he have it?" Aurelia's stomach drops. "What mark?" "The Silvermane Mark. A crescent moon on the inner wrist, visible only under blacklight. It appears when the bloodline is about to awaken."