Demon Slayer Mark 소설 & 이야기

“Is the dancing part of the contract, or are you just taking advantage of the dress?” “Both,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing a slow, burning path up my bare spine. “If we’re going to convince my brother that I’ve abandoned the high alliance match for a freshman stray, we need to look like we can’t keep our hands off each other. In fact, we need something a bit more permanent for the display. Have you ever received a demon marking?” “A marking? Like a blood sigil? Absolutely not.” I shake my head vehemently. “I’ve seen what those do to the skin, Damon. They look like old burns.”

“Curses this deep cannot be undone so easily, Your Highness. It will take time… and blood.” Behind me, the guards dragged Mark’s mangled corpse into the chamber, laying him on the floor. Gasps filled the air. Whispers turned into hisses. “He’s supposed to be dead.” “Wasn’t he buried?” “How did he come back?” The questions spread like wildfire, thick with panic. My claws itched to silence them all. “Quiet!” I roared, my voice shaking the walls. The chamber fell into terrified silence. I crouched beside Mark’s body. His face was shredded beyond recognition, but the mark carved into his chest wasn’t just from claws—it was deliberate. A sigil. My stomach churned. Dark magic, etched in blood.

Wolves carved into the walls seemed to move, their eyes glowing as though alive. The woman appeared again, closer than before. Her cloak shimmered like liquid moonlight. “You are not theirs to chain,” she said. “Your mark is proof. Seek the Crescent. Find the truth.” The birthmark on Liora’s shoulder burned hot, and she woke with a cry, clutching it. Unable to bear the weight alone, Liora slipped into the corridors until she found Silas sitting near the firepit, polishing his sword. He looked up, startled by her sudden appearance.

“I'm I an enemy?” “Of course not.” He walked to me,standing before me like I called. “Then why do you keep revealing yourself to me in my dream?” “We're bound by blood and fate. Only you I respect and me you obey.” “Seriously? I'm not bound by fate nor am I bound by blood. I belong to no one, so please leave me alone.” “You cannot ignore the mark on your hand, that's what makes us one. It will kill you if you resist.”

I leaned carefully to see my Aunt and Joanna. “I looked everywhere for it, didn't find any,” My aunt responded, her tone was as low as she could get it. “I don't think she has a mark. So I don't think there's a need to bring her into the life, the life that her father fought to keep her out of,” “The girl deserves to know. She's still going to have questions because with or without the mark, the blood is in her vein,” Joanna retorted sharply. I figured I had heard enough and it was clearly a conversation I shouldn't be caught listening to. I backed away slowly but my back bumped into someone.

"Mark will be your shadow. You do not deviate from the route. You do not speak to anyone not pre-approved." “Yes, Sir,” I said nervously. A part of me was relieved they weren't isolating me completely, but the threat still lingered in the air, making my skin prickle. Their gaze moved to Mark beside me. His arm was in a sling, but his posture was rigid as he stood by the car door, his eyes constantly scanning the perimeter. Damien gave a sharp, single nod to Mark—a silent command. Mark returned a sharp, if slightly nervous, nod of his own. I could tell he was tense about being so directly acknowledged by Damien, a man he must have previously seen only from a distance.

she said while flipping through his cards. He has a curved, arch-like, shaped like a wing, with a star inside a circle Mark on his collar bone. A Mark only Damneds or human immortals have. Even though he was dead for a moment and Azrael only saw him once in person, she remembers him to have such a big and bright smile.

Tyler POV “Find her!” I snarled as I gazed upon my warrior’s limp body. His head was twisted in an unnatural angle, the room flooded with the scent of human. The vamp was gone, and it was clear he had assistance from a human. My warrior, Shane, had been busy removing the girl from the bar. She had apparently followed us back to the motel, intent on continuing her attempt to get into someone’s bed for the night. He had linked Mark to stay with the vamp. We hadn’t been able to kill him, none of the normal methods for killing his kind had worked on him. The plan had been to return to pack lands with him until we could find a way to end him. Instead, I now stood in the room he had been held, loo

Samael growled, “we will mark each other, as we are meant to be.” Lucan’s voice echoed in Samael’s mind, urging him forward. "Claim him now. He belongs to us." Morgan’s growl was deep, feral. "Mark him as ours." Samael bared his teeth, and without hesitation, he sank them into Allistair’s left chest, marking him for eternity. Allistair gasped, feeling the powerful rush of Samael’s essence flood into him. On Allistair’s chest, Samael’s mark appeared, a complex, glowing symbol that represented Lucan, Morgan, and Lucifer. The mark was that of a beast’s claw intertwined with the archangel's wings, glowing with an ethereal light that radiated power. Allistair’s form trembled as he, too, marked Sa

As soon I felt weak, I shot a force of my demon magic in full throttle as it made Merkon stare at me with wide eyes and kick him hard in the gut, sending him flying across the cage and hitting the bar walls. He drops down, groaning in pain. The demon wheeze and then coughs out blood as he gathers himself off the ground. Mark touches his chest, then looks inside his shirt. "What the hell did you do to me?" "I knew you were going to do something stupid," I sneer. "You can't fool me. I almost felt my life draining. I would have died if it weren't for my backup plan." "You put a slave contract on me!" He looks down at the tattoo on his chest that has my crest sigil. "Only a high-level demon can