Erza Guild Mark Novels & Stories

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.

I exclaimed uneasily with the information. “It was something terrible.” He kept saying “Each one died in a more tragic way than the other. The guilt was eating me away and I didn't participate.” He fixed his distressed gaze on me “But the lord changed me. It helped me carry the guilt of not doing anything to stop that tragedy and now I am a good man. Religion helped me through the hardest time. Maybe you want to join our community...” “Mark!” I heard Alex yelling in my ear “Get the hell out of there now! An armed group has just arrived and is heading towards you.”

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.

Put me out of my misery by killing me fast, like I often did to my victims. The echoes of the metal-capped boots of the household guards echoed through the halls. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the eagle's head on the 7th region symbol was the House Calore emblem. Their identifiers, III*** (the third rank with three stars), could be found underneath the crest. It indicates that they are exceptional warriors. Maybe their talent is innate, and that's why they're a III***.

Bellinor responded somewhat distracted as he tried to recall his memories. “Not good enough! Let me give you a short history lesson. Each family had a guild, and each guild had a crest associated with a colour. Those colours are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and black. “Each colour is in accordance with strength and what their guild stood for. My original human counterpart was from the Guild of Viorel, the royal bloodline which stopped with Crustblood the Terrible and myself. You are from the Guild of Kerwin, representing power and authority. Our scarlet wolf is from the Guild of Alroy, the most aggressive and strongest of all the Lupus Bellatores bloodlines.”

"I need to get back on my patrol... See you around..." Erza quickly left the scene. Before she leaves, Alex took a quick glance at her pleasure meter. It was registered at 200, revealing and filling a second hidden gauge bar below the first one to the brim. A minute after she left, the effect of the spell she casted finally dissipated. "200? If 50 was how those demon sluts behaved, what will happen if the figure is at 200?!" *Ding [[You have conquered Erza, the Lesser Demon. 500 points have been added.]

“The Mark symbolizes the permanent reminder of this commitment and their union with the Moon Goddess’s blessing.” The elder turns to Ezra, giving him a slight nod. “You may now Mark your mate.” I bite back a scream as Ezra’s fingers dig into my waist. He yanks me toward him, going for my shoulder.