Mark Chapter 15 Novels & Stories

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.

Liza I was starting to grow bored and I could tell the rouges were as well. "First one to end this waste of space in the most violent way eats first!" I shouted to the rouges. Suddenly they all seemed to have a new found energy and cornered Mark in the open field. A huge solid white wolf stalked him first, creeping up behind him. In a flash there was a huge cut on his chest, as the blood oozed from the new wound a reddish brown wolf took out his Achilles heel. Mark dropped down and tried to crawl away.

Angelo then followed suit and sat on the opposite side of Mark. “So, are you now in your right mind since you’re already conversing with me,” Angelo wanted to be sure that- he and Mark don’t have any bad blood anymore, so he went and followed Mark on his table. “To be honest- it’s so hard to approach you. You’re leaking so much- negative vibes around you- that it made me want to avoid you.” “Is that so,” Mark then opened the tablets found in the library’s table. When Mark had found what he was searching for, he then entered a certain; key. And waited for; the books- to be delivered to him.

Though… She couldn’t deny that she was curious about the outcome… With that in mind, she eventually led Zivon to Mark’s room… Upon entering, Zivon was greeted by the sight of Mark lying in bed. Though he still looked slightly pale, it was evident that Stella had nursed him quite a bit, and he was probably looking much better compared to when she just saved him days earlier… Regardless, upon seeing Zivon, Mark immediately growled, “You…! You don’t deserve Xavia’s love…!” Wincing a little, Zivon shook his head before calmly replying, “…Go on.”

Opening my eyes, I saw a book with its pages quickly turning over and emitting a red glow which slowly entered my body. Suddenly, my body started burning up, the mark was not hurting me, it was scorching me. As the pain became unbearable, a scream tore from my lips, the chanting stopping. As the book fell back to the floor, I collapsed on the ground clutching my chest which felt like it was burning. With the little energy left in me, I picked up the book and stared at the bold words written on the cover. " The mark of the chosen one."

" Sean, it's obvious, it's us, the bridge out of the slumber, and the first......Well, maybe the initial coin? The first adventure? Or the first time we've been out of Cold Mountain? " "The last one makes sense, though," Yeah, it It makes sense. Catherine frowned. "How about the second coin from Miah?" He asked. There was a pause. "Well, it says," Catherine continued. "The Bridge shall open through the Warrior's land. When Mark travels to the land of waste, betrayal will pierce through his heart. But together they will fight for what's right. A pregnant pause followed. Both were lost in their thoughts. "That is way more confusing than the first one!" Sean added, weighing his words.

Each symbol pulsed with a strange energy, making my heart race as I whispered the words aloud, one by one, my voice low and careful. The syllables felt heavy, like they carried the weight of centuries, but when I finished, nothing happened. Just silence, thick and heavy, pressing down on the clearing.I shifted my weight, dirt crunching under my boots, and that’s when I saw it—right at my feet, half-hidden in the earth, a single marking, different from the rest. It was smaller, almost delicate, but it thrummed with a quiet power, like a heartbeat trapped in the ground.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

Stefan added, eager to hear Marko’s conditions. Marko sighed and replied, “Let’s discuss it tonight. Right now, let me focus on my assignment, and don’t disturb me so I can finish it quickly!” With that statement, Marko became serious again, opening the book he had been holding. The atmosphere turned calm, and Zack and Stefan, though still curious, realized it was time for Marko to concentrate on his work. Freddy also chose not to disturb him, respecting Marko’s decision and enjoying the moment of silence.

And the place in my chest where the mark ran its deep root stayed warm for the entire three hours. END OF CHAPTER 14