Erza Guild Mark Novels & Stories

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.

I said. Erica handed it over—but the moment I cut through his blood-soaked shirt, my blood froze. “Kira…” Erica whispered, her voice faltering. “Look.” The room stilled. Even the machines faded to the background. Carved into his chest, just below the collarbone, was a blackened symbol—two crescent fangs curving inward to form a spiral of shadow. The mark of the Midnight Fang Pack. Air caught painfully in my lungs. I knew that symbol—not from rumor or records, but from memory.

Finally, Eldric’s brows furrowed, and his jaw set tight. “What is it?” Kaelen demanded. Eldric folded the parchment slowly, his eyes shadowed. “It seems… the girl is not merely under Moonspire’s protection.” He exhaled, a rare tremor in his voice. “She is something far more dangerous… and far more important than we imagined.” Kaelen’s pulse quickened. “What do you mean?” Eldric’s gaze snapped up, cold and sharp as winter steel. “Liora bears the mark of the Chosen One.”

he said in their bond, his voice tight with something new. Fear. “They are not attacking to kill,” he said. She understood before he finished. “They are attacking to take the throne,” she breathed. Another horn blasted, closer now. And from the smoke rising beyond the northern ridge... A new banner lifted into the night sky. Black. Marked with a silver crescent split clean down the center. Elara’s heart stopped. That was her pack’s war mark. But her pack had been destroyed. Silas tightened his grip on her brother as the banner caught the firelight and snapped in the wind.

My grandfather said this tattoo symbolizes trust and loyalty and should only be given to those who have proved themself worthy of this blood mark. Apart from Eric, there is only one other human member whom I remember had this mark, but I don't know where he is because he had left the clubhouse many years ago when I was just a child. So, because of the blood mark, I know Eric will soon be fine once he gains consciousness as the healing will start. But since Gianna is really worried and I don't want to stress her more than she already is, so we have decided that we will not move Eric back to the clubhouse for now.

"That object is called a Starmark. What you received is the lowest rank—an Iron Starmark. Like I said, it's something from beyond this world, not from Earth." Felix was starting to question Gerald's background. How did he know about something like this? "Since you've received an Iron Starmark, I should call Dahlia and Karina to join us. It's time to reveal everything. Whatever questions you have, wait until all three of them are here." Even though Felix desperately wanted to know everything, Gerald had made up his mind. Felix knew there was no point in asking now. By afternoon, Dahlia and Karina had arrived. Since they were already in the country, they could get there much faster.

Only the Moon Goddess knows how many phones I've had to buy for her, she thought with a flicker of annoyance. She opened the message. It was a picture. Her eyes widened in horror. It was a symbol, carved deep into stone. A twisted crescent moon crossed with a dagger. Reaper's Guild. Those damn professional assassins. Her fingers flew across the screen with a terse reply to Lyra: That's a Reaper's Guild mark. They're Elite Rogue kidnappers, quite expensive and they leave no loose ends. If they left that, they wanted it seen. Be careful, Lyra. They knew you were coming.

Aera stirred last, blinking as if she’d been dreaming of instructions and woken without them. “Something’s coming,” she said. “Yes,” Aelin replied. “And it’s learned to ask.” The air cooled. Not cold. Regulated. Footsteps approached from three directions at once. Not an ambush. A demonstration. By the time the sun crested the stone wall, twelve figures stood at the basin’s edge. They didn’t wear crowns. That alone made this different. They wore insignia—subtle, mismatched, carefully chosen to look earned instead of inherited. Guild marks. Council cords. Pack braids. Inked seals on skin instead of wax.