Mark Chapter 15 Novels & Stories

** The Veil Between Worlds** The group ventured deeper into the mysterious terrain, the air thick with an unexplainable tension. The ground beneath their feet shifted subtly, almost alive, as if the land itself was aware of their presence. The mark on Clara’s hand burned faintly, a constant reminder of the seal they had claimed and the power it held. As they pressed on, Celeste halted abruptly, raising a hand to signal silence. The group froze, their breaths held in unison. “Do you hear that?” Celeste whispered, her voice barely audible.

CHAPTER 15 MARK'S POV I stood frozen, my eyes locked on Sofia's retreating figure. The drama had unfolded like wildfire, leaving me reeling. I didn't know what to believe or who to trust. Confusion swirled in my mind, but I kept my expression neutral, not wanting to fuel the tension. Internally, I was torn. Part of me wanted to rush after Sofia and apologised. Perhaps make things right. Another part remained loyal to my family, questioning Sofia's accusations.

He borrowed a servant's phone to call me. The call had barely connected when a scowling Frendo, his face equally stormy, snatched the phone. "Lena! Have you thrown enough of a tantrum yet? Lily has already forgiven you. George and I are willing to forgive your jealousy and mistakes too. Isn't that enough? "Come home right now. Otherwise, the Marking Ceremony and the banquet…" "The Marking Ceremony ended the moment you turned your back on me. We're done, Frendo." I cut him off coldly and, without hesitation, tossed the phone into the lake beside the villa.

We broke apart instantly. I ran with Mia back to the gate. What we saw on the other side stopped every heartbeat in my chest. It wasn’t just a scout. It was an entire hunting party. Half-dead. Covered in blood. And tied to a post behind them— Was Marcus. Barely conscious. Carved into his chest was the symbol of the hidden clan Varin had spoken of. And burned into the post above him: "One blood must fall.”

the old Elder began the ceremony, "the mating of Kaelan and Selene." "May the Moon Goddess witness," the crowd echoed. Kaelan took my hand, his gaze locking with mine. "Our first mark was born of duty and hate," he murmured against my skin. "This one... this is a promise. A promise of love." My heart hammered against my ribs, tears blurring my vision. "I love you too, Kaelan," I whispered. "My Alpha." Under the moonlight, he leaned in and kissed me softly. Then, he lowered his head to the curve of my neck and marked me anew.

Stamped on the front: the crescent and three slashes. My stomach tightened. That mark is pack ink. It doesn’t belong in human soil. “That’s not supposed to be here,” I said, and I meant it in every way. A twig snapped behind the fence line, too close. A voice drifted over, amused. “Found something, witness?”

The taste of her goes straight to my head like the strongest liquor. I feel drunk on her, and I'm unable to help it. Our mouths finally break apart and I still find myself staring at her. My gaze drifts to the fresh bite mark on her neck. My mark. The skin around it is red, already beginning to heal with the supernatural speed, but still tender. “You alright?” I ask quietly, brushing my thumb just below the mark. Eva reaches up, touching it lightly with her fingertips. She winces a little, then nods.

But Martha injected him with her another hand and whispered near his ear, "Check-mate." Then she rushed towards Eva, gripped her arms, and crouched to drink her blood. ****** Mark walked inside the house and hiked down to the basement. He dropped on the bean bag thinking about Eva. Her face was coming on his mind time and again. He cupped his forehead on both hands trying to control his thoughts. Suddenly a shovel came flying towards him but he was quick enough to react and not let it hurt him. He rolled his eyes and angrily stepped to a drawer. Pulling the drawer, he retrieved an injection and walked to a bed.

I state confidently as I stand up from petting Cas. Death stands from his throne and walks over to me. He places his hand on my shoulder. I can’t see his face, but somehow I have a feeling I don’t want to. So I stare deeply into his glowing silver orbs. Death begins to chant in his own language. It's a language that I have studied and yet barely know. My back begins to burn as I feel the marking begin to form. Dad grabs my hand and lets me squeeze his hand tightly as the burning intensifies as Death continues his chant. The minute Death stops chanting, the burning stops, and the mark is set in place.

“It must be a reference to the freedom trail. It would make perfect sense. Its right in the middle, right between Salem and Martha’s Vineyard. We’re in the center. “And the ‘common ground’ reference…that must be Boston Common, where we are right now. It would also make sense. In the 1600s, where we’re standing, they hung the witches. It is a very important spot, especially for the vampire race. “The scroll…it says they ‘leave common ground.’ But that means we begin here. I’m not sure why. And the rest of it…‘a ring of blood’… ‘meet at the house,’ ‘the fourth tip of the cross’…I just don’t know where we go from here.”