Fourth Wing Marked Ones Novels & Stories

One of the older warriors approached slowly, arm wrapped in bloodied bandages. “We tried to hold them back, Alpha.” Kade immediately straightened slightly. “You did,” he said firmly. “This isn’t your failure.” But his voice sounded hollow. Because he absolutely believed it was his. The warrior hesitated before speaking again. “They left something.” Ronan’s eyes narrowed instantly. “Where?” The warrior pointed toward the center of camp. My stomach twisted the second I saw it. A symbol carved deep into one of the burned support beams. A black wolf’s fang.

Her clothes were ripped, her stomach and thighs was stained with dried blood, and thick red marks lined her back in neat, cruel rows. “Rogue?” Silas asked, his tone sharp with suspicion. I crouched beside her, my gaze lingering on the whip marks. Those weren’t from a rogue attack. They were deliberate. Systematic. Punishment. “I don't think so,” I muttered. “She was probably flogged and left out to die.” A moment of silence, then I continued. “Let's take her since she is still alive.“ Silas eyes furrowed in shock. Then he frowned. “That’s not our problem, Thorne. She’s a burden we can’t afford. She might bring trouble with her. Who knows what she might have done to be punished like that.”

The floating cloud outdoor was a faint shade of ocean blue with the sun smiling so brightly from its highest point in the sky which had caused her to shield her eyes slightly, still heading towards the packing lot where his car was parked. Aria felt weird walking directly under the sun again which was a common reaction after she had to stay bed ridden for so long and away from the sun as well. It has been exactly four months and fourteen days since she was admitted and she was walking perfectly on her own without the aid of a nurse or wheelchair. Even when the doctor had suggested it, she turned it down and her husband couldn't be more proud of her decision.

Nola’s eyes widened in fear while Veronica raised her hand to strike the person in front her “Where is my little brother?” “How did you get in?” Angel frowned as she looked around for Night Wing. However, he was no where in sight; Behind the man, who stood in the spot where her little brother was standing, were around 20 men who looked like his soldiers. All of them wore similar masks. “Is it fun to scare your sisters?” Mark walked over and pinched Chris’s ears after a momentarily being stunned. “How did I know the tigresses of the Walter clan were paper tigresses?” Chris scratched the back of his head.

I saw marking, the same one he got when he defeated Azrael, covering his left shoulder. They looked stunning, and like some big unit, all dressed the same way except the big marking that was the same on Marcus' left shoulder and Azrael's too, marking them both as their higher-ranked wolves of the White Moon's warriors. Azrael walked towards Marcus, standing by his side, saying, “We are ready, Alpha.” Marcus took one last look at them all, turning around, taking my hand in his as he started to lead us all outside the same way we got inside.

Her mark~ A burning butterfly~ Fierce yet soft at the same time. A perfect blend of violet and jet-black color engulfed by angry flames. The mark was uncanny, one could even think that it was a real butterfly sitting on his torso. The mark was the only thing he had left of his bride. She had marked him as hers but he hadn’t been able to protect her. He wasn't worthy of her mark. Vladimir gazed at the darkness outside from the open windows while caressing the butterfly.

Yet the only thing I could say as I pressed against the wound, while blood was rapidly soaking through my shirt was… "Cazzo.” Team Giovanni or Team Arya? Choose wisely 😍

I look down at myself because sometimes naming things gives you power over them: bite at the shoulder, bright and ugly; bite lower, collarbone, a red mouth; four long claw-welts bleeding down my bicep, four more across my thigh; ankle tape soaked where one line of blood runs into my boot; fingerprints in blood on the linoleum where he touched the floor and signed his presence. Am I marked? It sits like a stone under my tongue. Remy’s river-voice answers from memory: A mark is a yes we say out loud and wear with teeth. A mark is a vow we make facing each other. This is not that. Still, the stone stays. If he sees me like this, will he flinch? Will he quietly file this under “reasons to make A

I lowered my eyes slightly and replied, "No need to trouble him with something so trivial." Jason still refused to give up. "You've been at his side for four years. You've handled almost everything for him. If you leave, he won't know how to manage without you." He kept trying to talk me out of it, but my mind was made up. "His life will be more comfortable without me anyway. I'm just an extra presence that doesn't belong. My pack is at war, and I have to go back. "Plus, I've reached the age for my marking ceremony, so I really don't have the energy to stay by the Alpha's side anymore. Since the Alpha already approved my request, I'll spend the next month briefing his new Beta on everything,

A twitchy, unnatural motion that sent a shiver crawling up my spine. “The Goddess came back, Luna. She burned the traitors. She marked the loyal.” He spread his arms, showing his chest - the mark burned deep into his flesh. The crescent. The claw. The same symbol scorched into the gates. Rafe took a half-step forward, his tone low and lethal. “She didn’t do this.” Aldric’s eyes flicked back to me. “She called you, too, didn’t she? You feel her in your blood.”