Mark Chapter 15 Novels & Stories

“I have no time for such nonsense. There is an evil vampire on his way. We must free Kira and flee before he arrives.” “Where’s the whiskey?” Mark asked as he started from the chair to fetch it. To his shock and surprise - as well as that of his friends- Agatha raised her hand, swirled her fingers, and said something in a language they didn’t understand. Mark was immediately frozen in place. The only thing he was able to move was his head. “What the fuck?”

Others filled with disgust and disdain. ________ The tension in the grand hall was thick and foreboding. The Elders, and pack members stood, watching silently. I was bind with a silver chain, which was cutting into my wrist especially that I'm not strong like other normal wolves. The pain rippled through me but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. Knox sat in his throne chair, with Seraphina flanked behind him, her lips still curled into that triumphant smile that leaves me wondering where our sisterhood went wrong.

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.”

I translated: "The Mark of the Septarch, like peace and like chaos, In the heart of its bearer, goodness and evil reside. Like the light of the sun, like the peace of the evening, The Mark of the Septarch, in the hand of its master, brings goodness and evil. Death follows, for the bearer of the Mark." Lena and George’s faces fell instantly. Neither looked satisfied. "What does it mean by Death follows, for the bearer of the Mark?" George asked. "I have no idea," I admitted. "It doesn't make sense to me," Lena murmured, her brow creased. George’s head snapped toward her. "Now it doesn't? I thought you didn’t like her?" Lena sighed in shame, saying nothing more. I let the words settle, grippin

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”

Thinking about Cherry made my throat start closing up again. I still didn’t know why. Why would she text me to come only to bail on me? He slid a mug across the counter to me, but I didn't reach for it. "So what happened, dove. You know you can always talk to me.” I looked at him, the tightening around my throat was getting worse again. “She didn’t come.” I managed to whisper. “I waited for her and she didn’t… she didn’t come.” "Hmm." Marco took a sip of his chocolate, studying me over the rim. "You know, I had a feeling about her but I just didn’t want to say it.”

Elara stuttered in response but was resolute and determined to get Damian's mark for her revenge. "What kind of courage are you looking for?" Elara asked, holding Damian's cheek. Damian recoiled, averting his gaze from Elara. His heart suddenly raced. "Oh, why do you seem like the one feeling jittery?" TO BE CONTINUED

At that moment, Mark clenched his rosary tightly. Under the dim car lights, his gaze turned extremely hostile, as if he were going to skin Yvonne alive. Yet Yvonne remained smiling. After a while, Mark snickered, breaking the tense silence. "Great. I admire your courage. I hope you will continue staying fearless." He leaned back and continued saying, "If not, it'll be too boring." Then, Mark gestured to his men. They understood immediately and closed the door. As the door closed, Mark's rosary broke, and the beads fell to the ground.

Gregory asks while we sit on plastic crates and eat the bread. "I saw at least fifteen when we got out of there," I say. Brynn nods. "And we have to be ready for anything." I look around at our group. We're all tired, hungry, and dirty. But we're still alive, and that counts for something. "I know a way we might be able to sneak into the school," Marlow says. "A secret passageway." My ears perk up at Marlow's words, hope creeping back into my heart. "What kind of secret passageway?"

I lifted my hand, and the same light was there. My mark was also glowing. As we were both about to climax, he put his hand over my mark, and I knew this was it. I put my hand on his chest in the same way he did mine and he threw his head back. The mark started appearing on his chest immediately. When he looked at me, I could see the love in his eyes. Lightning and immense pleasure ran through my body. I heard him grunt but it sounded so far away. I opened my eyes to look at him and his eyes were glowing purple. He looked at me in confusion. "Baby your eyes." "Yea yours to." I felt so tired and could barely make out anything else that he was saying before the blackness took over.