Demon Slayer Mark Novels & Stories

"I won't ask where he marked you, but have you checked if the mark is gone?" "No... Why?" I ask. "Well, if the mark is still there, then your mate is still alive. It's an excellent way to find out whether your mate was the human-... Lucy." Blake grimaces after saying his name. "Or if his demon side is your mate." I lift a questioning eyebrow. "So if I still have the mark, then I was meant to love his demonic side?" Blake's lips curl higher on his face. "Yes." "I see." I sigh heavily at this new information. "There is no risk of my mark still being there. Demons don't have mates. So it was his human side that was my mate."

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

I leaned in close, using the glass like a mirror and tilted my head. There it was.. a small fresh mark on the lower side of my neck, right where it met my shoulder. It looked like a bite but deeper and more permanent.. a mate mark?! My eyes went wide. What the actual heck? That stranger from the woods last night... he hadn’t just kissed my neck and given me those little nips while he was fucking me. He’d marked me..! Like, for real. Claimed me without even asking! I stared at my reflection, mouth open. My hands started shaking. This couldn’t be happening. I was just some nobody Omega who snuck off for one wild moment. And now the whole pack was losing their minds over it.

I replied calmly as she shot her deep stare at me and said “You gave her your dagger mark Draco….. you marked her as your SLAVE AND NOT AS YOUR MATE” I remained quiet for couple on minute, she was indeed correct, I did not gave jasmine as my Mate mark but I gave her a Slave mark…. Jasmine was attracting many men’s with her improving beauty, I was getting reckless to see men’s feeling with need to be with her, owning to this security I ended up giving Slave mark to Jasmine but I told her lie that I marked her as my mate, I marked her with a Dagger mark with a dragon encircling it, which is symbol representing Dragon slave, who is forbidden to be touched by any other than his master.

ELARA “No, burn her now! Don’t just stand there like a fool!” Lilith screamed, pointing at me like I was some broken thing she needed gone. The guard flinched at her voice. I saw it. I saw the way his eyes shifted quickly, like he wasn’t sure if he should obey or ask questions. He looked at her again, then back at me. And then he stepped forward.

I tugged my shirt back down. “That’s what I wanted to show you, Luna. You were right when you said it was like a beacon. It is. It was a stamp on you, proclaiming you as some sought after demonic entrée, if you will. Your soul emanates from the Mark like blood in the water.” “So I’m chum.” “Yep. You’re chum.”

-Damon’s POV- Stupid, stupid, stupid. I thought and smacked myself mentally. Why the fuck did I just mark Relani?! To mark her as our own and only our own, my wolf growled. Seeing Jarred’s arm around my mate made me angry. However, I was furious when she called him babe. At that point, I just snapped. I didn’t know meeting your mate would make you feel this possessive.

It needs to be done. “I…when demons mate, they mark each other to show the supernatural world that they have an official union. If there’s no mark, it just shows that they are the property of a demon, but free to find a mate with someone else.” My mouth goes dry at my words. It’s not an easy thing to say. And it doesn’t help that she looks angrier. Her face is rigid with tension, and she’s breathing heavily. Not a good sign. “What you’re saying is that until you mark me, all supernatural beings will only see me as a demon fuck buddy?”

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!”