Erza Guild Mark Novels & Stories

My lips invaded her neck hungrily and she gasped in shock when my fangs nipped her drawing blood. There was something different about her...she made me feel things I've only felt when I was with Hestia. Our eyes locked in a frenzy when I realized what I had done. Two dots were on her neck. she smirked at me. I marked her. And it wasn't just an ordinary mark. I had made her mine and it means that Galen can't have her anymore. I thrusted into her and her lips parted softly and I watched her eagerness. "You're mine now."

He had claimed her and for the rest of her life she would wear his mark just above her collar bone. She'd hardly noticed that her fingertips had trailed upward and were lightly touching the barely healed scars that fell a bit below the circular scar that wound about her neck. At least it had healed as it should, she thought with a sigh once she realized what she was doing, tilting her head back against the seat and allowing her eyes to close, her hand still pressed against the mark while Luca was apparently lost in his own thoughts.

Something that could match their cruelty with darker purpose. As they moved through forest toward rebel encampment, Kaelen touched the heretic's brand on his shoulder. Once, it had been the mark of shame. Now it felt like promise. The Council had marked him as enemy of the Light. Time to prove them right.

She was a monster, and Kaia let the monster manipulate her. Kaia had been branded by the guild mark of the rogue guild. Their symbol was the Anera flower, similar to the shape of a closed moonflower. It was deep purple in the centre, the spiralled out, changing to a lilac shade, tipped white. It glimmered in the moonlight, reflecting the light that hit it. Even the guild mark reflected the light. It was painted from the mixture of regular body paint, and the Akihyra fruit, leaving a permanent stain on the skin. It sank deep in the layers of the skin, leaving an imprint on the muscle tissue and a small mark on the bone when under intense UV light. She was an eternal member of their guild, eve

The Alpha's voice rang out, clear and commanding: "By blood and bone, by moon and might, I name you shield to the coming night. Your fangs for the weak, your claws for the right, Royal Beta from this hour 'til endless light." The dagger flashed. A thin red line appeared on Ezra's left cheekbone— the mark of his new station. The moon beamed on them as if the goddess blessed him herself. The crowd erupted in cheers as the Alpha helped him rise, clasping his forearm in the warrior's grip. "Let us toast!" The Alpha raised a goblet. "To Ezra Blackwood!"

At 10 in the morning, where in Fantasma, the sun already shining on the sky, and the day was as just beautiful as the others. About 300 meters away from the Agriculture Town Military forward operation base, Right in the vicinity of 3 recently exploded dungeons, a group of Mercenaries were running on their feet, all 10 of them were visibly battered and injured. A few of them were even barely alive with grave wound and lost limbs, as they were carried around by their members. They are the Golden Eagle Mercenary Group, a Silver Tiered Mercenary group from the Hallerus Kingdom, that associated with the Mercenary Guilds, that has been rendered obsolete here in Aeternum.

So, Nicholai concluded that the new recruit, rank fifth in the sixth unit Elite. (*Marks rank of Elite unit of Scarke Triad: first elite unit- they got a mark on their forehead; second unit of elite- they got a mark on their right right neck; third unit of elite- they got a mark on their both side of neck; fourth unit of elite- they got a mark on their right shoulder; fifth unit of Elite they got a mark on their both shoulder; sixth unit of elite- they got a mark on their left forearm.*) Nicholai jumped high on the air when the ground beneath him before, turned to a muddy swamp and not just that; there are sharp objects of spear planted on it. Bountiful amount of spears.

They were the three most powerful figures in the ancient epoch battlefield, among them Guild Master Waldo of the Verge Guild, Guild Master Freyman of the Hurricane Guild, and Great Elder Charis of the Epoch Guild. Guild Master Waldo of the Verge Guild was the first to speak up, “Is Guild Master Herman not back yet?” “No, he’s not. Are you saying that I’m not worthy to sit here with you?” Great Elder Charis of the Epoch Guild said coldly.

The alliance we had worked for, bled for, suffered for—stood assembled behind me. Edric’s presence burned just beyond the archers. I didn’t turn, but I could feel him—solid, unwavering, mine. I drew in a breath. The ash caught in my throat, but I let the magic rise anyway—gold and storm, light and heat. My mark blazed now, visible through my armor, pulsing across my collarbone like a war drum of its own. The general raised his blade again. Lightning cracked sideways across the battlefield. So I raised my hand.