King Sombra Cutie Mark Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

The mark is literally a phoenix, how could anyone doubt it? But the prophecy did not say what the mark would look like, only that the Luna would be born with the mark of a phoenix. There is so much that doesn’t make sense, so much that she needs to figure out. What if Carmela’s mark isn’t even the real thing? Tatum’s wolf doesn’t even sense her wolf as his mate. What if she really isn’t the phoenix Luna? That could change everything. Her phone beeps and she jumps, glancing at Tatum whose eyes are on her but he looks away quickly, an expression she cannot read in his eyes.

Sabrina snapped her fingers in front of me and that was all it took to pull me back to the present. “Are you even listening to me?” she asked and I sighed. “Uhhh… yes, yes.” I blinked back a couple of times, willing my eyes to adjust to my surroundings again. “I heard you.” I said. “Of course.” She knew I was lying but she knew better than to push it. “The mating ceremony will be so fun. What if you find your mate there, Kieran?” Sabrina said. “Yeah.” I gulped. “That would be nice.”

she said with a sigh, taking a sip from her straw. Lilly had the face of an angel adorned with tattoos. There was one just above her eyebrow and several scattered along her arms. She had honey blonde hair, dark brown eyes, a mole above her lip, a septum piercing, and multiple piercings in her earlobe. Leah had shoulder-length red hair and caramel-brown skin that matched her eyes. Zeek had dark brown hair and eyebrows, with a small patch of white on his hand that he had turned into an art piece. I noticed he had vitiligo, which fascinated me.

Seeker I need to get my hands on the marked wolf. The spy we put in the pack noticed a silver, purple wolf in the forest running, and after following the wolf, it turned out to be the Luna of the Sapphire royal pack, Apphia Aeson. Fuck. It would make things difficult. Her position is too high. The Luna Queen of lycans is the unique wolf with the power I need to take my crown. " What did the sisters say?" I ask my third, Shona. We've been gathering our witch allies since learning the marked wolf's identity—just two. They can cast a spell on me that enables me to siphon the marked wolf's divine powers for myself.

“I can see it in your eyes. You’re becoming one of them.” Sofia’s breath hitched, her hand instinctively moving to her arm where an odd, tingling sensation had begun to spread. She glanced down, her heart skipping a beat as she saw it—a faint, glowing mark etched into her skin, intricate and pulsing with an otherworldly light. “What… what is this?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Damien’s growl deepened, and he moved to shield her from Jake’s view. “It’s the mark of the curse,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “Your transformation is accelerating.”

“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.

Its surface rippled like water disturbed by an unseen hand. “…and so it shall again.” The whisper licked across her skin. A shiver raced down her spine. She pressed her palm to her stomach, instinctively protective—and gasped. Beneath her hand, something flared. Not the gentle warmth of life she had come to know, but a sudden, searing heat that cut through her like a blade of light. “Kilian…” she whispered, voice trembling. The mark appeared as if drawn by invisible fire—thin lines of silver and black tracing across her skin in a shape she could not yet understand. A crescent, yes, but shadowed. Imperfect. The light and dark interlocked like two halves of a wound.

“What do you want?” Damon pulled out a small vial. “Roseline sent this. It will help clear the wolfsbane from Maya’s system.” My eyes filled with relief. “Thank you. Tell her I’m grateful.” He smiled. “She’ll be happy to hear that.” Damon sat down and started talking about his son, his voice full of pride. “He’s grown so much. Stronger than last time.” But then his expression shifted. “There’s a mark on him,” he said quietly. “A strange one. Like a zodiac sign. It’s getting clearer as he grows… but none of us know what it means yet.”