Fairy Tail Marks Novels & Stories

“This is crazy, Kira. You are discussing fairy tales and folklore. Luna? What on earth is meant by that? Kira didn't recoil. Before I could respond, she grabbed my wrist and roughly pulled my sleeve up, revealing the mark. I attempted to move away, but she resisted with a hard, resolute grip. Now that I could see it, the mark appeared to be pulsing with its own life. A dark, whirling crescent with jagged edges that felt like they were burning into my flesh. My heart started racing in ways I couldn't comprehend since the ragged pattern was exactly the same as the one on her phone. I stared at the symbol, feeling as though the blood was dripping from my face.

It was a different kind of Mark, something only my Father can grant and that I won't deny, Kaiden doesn't fight it, on the contrary, I can feel his soul opening up completely as he poured himself inside me. I pulled my head away and licked the place where I had bitten, seeing the marks of my teeth begin to glow wine-red and move under his skin, forming a design, they are circles that come together and form a cluster of grapes and between the grapes, there is a golden thread holding everything in place, that indicated the oath he had sworn to me.

All the patterns that turned colorful at one point were now glowing lightly with a white glow, but my mark, the mark that I belonged to him, shone like diamonds. He stood behind me in the mirror, and his eyes met mine. "You are fucking gorgeous..." He said, kissing my mark and sending me into another orgasm. "Will it fade like the others?" I asked, concerned, because I wanted that mark visible for all to see. I was his, and he was mine. "No, it will never fade. The distinctive color and glow show it is a Royal Elf Mark, " he said, and I bit my lower lip. "Well, it is beautiful," I said, and he smiled at me.

I move closer, drawn by something I don't understand, my fear momentarily eclipsed by fascination. The carvings are beautiful and terrible. Wolves with their heads thrown back in silent howls. Crescent moons in various phases, waxing and waning across the stone surface. Symbols I don't recognize but that make something deep in my chest tighten with recognition. How can I recognize something I've never seen before?

I gasped when the mark appeared as a tattoo not dots from my fangs. “Damon, the mark, it’s a phoenix.” “It is a representation of your spirit. Not all fae have one.” “Do I have the same on my neck?” “Yes.” I almost fell from him, in my rush to the mirror. There was a dragon.

I have no idea how much stronger it will be the older they get. I remember everyone was astonished last night. I was too. Their marks are fascinating. Trey's and Calliope's marks both have gold dust. A symbol of royalty in our world. Most men don't get mate marks, not being sexist, but we don't need them. The mark mostly shows that their female is off limits, and in return the male gains a new scent. A blend of the female and male, telling everyone who they belong to.

Dalton called trying to get my mother's attention I don't think it working. "Do you want to know how you got that mark on your back"? She asked me still boiling in annoyance. The mark on my back, it looks cool so I don't know why she is bringing it up. When I asked her about the mark she told me it was a birth mark, I found it so cool because it looks like a dog foot print and my friends finds it cool, and looks exactly like a tattoos. So I don't understand how my birth mark relate with my father.

Raf said, and with that kept a finger over hers. Saraya felt a jerk and pushed him a little. “Don’t touch it,” she said and giggled a little when she felt ticklish. “Told you,” Raf replied, while chuckling a little, and took her into his embrace. “I want to see my mark. Is it as beautiful as yours?” Saraya asked, and Raf nodded his head. “Our marks/signs are the same, just your sign has a queen’s crown and a pair of wings behind the wolf. It shows that you’re a fairy,” Raf replied. Saraya nodded her head, but then her thoughts lingered towards their current situation. “Rafael, I want to use the washroom,” Saraya said, and Raf looked at her. “Liar,” Raf exclaimed, and Saraya closed her eyes i

'I got this' I assured him. "Would you like to tell me about your mate?" I asked changing the topic. "What has that got to do with this?" He asked. "Is she tall and beautiful? Dark haired? kind and sweet?" I teased him waiting for a reaction and I wasn't disappointed. He struggled to break free from the chain but it only burned him more. Something told me it was silver. "She is dead" he lied. In the book I was reading when the mate of a mated wolf dies the mate mark begins to slowly fade. But his was still burning.