Mark Of The Fool Novels & Stories

Frowns could be seen on her forehead. “I was trying to get drunk. I heard humans that if you drink alcohol then, you can forget things for a while. You feel good but,” Mark paused as he looked into the eyes of Lily’s which had turned watery. “But no such thing happened. I have turned mad for you. So, don’t leave me. Have trust on me,” Mark proclaimed and encircled his hand around Lily’s waist. Lily had lowered her eyes when Mark using his index finger lifted Lily’s chin. “I might kill them, if they tried threatening you,” Mark’s words shivered Lily. She could feel that Mark was quite serious. “So, don’t leave me,” Mark stated.

“Name your price, and do it.” The witch leaned forward, eyes glittering with dark amusement. “Oh, I will mock you, wolf. For your request is folly. But folly is what feeds me best.” She trailed her nails through the bubbling stew, lifting them slick with impossible colors. “You ask me to unravel a mark that is more than flesh. It is soul. To blind a bond so deep that even death cannot undo it. And you—” she tilted her head, lips curving into a cruel smile “—believe that if I do this, she will come to you. That she will see you as her salvation, her mate, her love.”

Mark schooled his expression- as if the earlier appearance he; has was; just a figment of the imagination. “What are you going to do with that recording? Even if you spread it far and wide- it won’t change anything since no one’s going to believe you.” Mark confidently answered while clenching his fist until veins could be seen- under the table. “Of course, I know well of that fact, but who says I’m going to spread it- to everyone? It won’t even tarnish your reputation. For you, it would only feel as if feathers were tickling all over you. I’m not that; stupid, Mark.”

Sophia looked at them both and narrowed her eyes. "What in the hell does any of that mean? I've been marked due to being claimed. Do you think you own me now simply because I popped your cherry?" She questioned sourly and glanced over into her kitchen to see Atlas speaking on her phone. "Who is he talking with?" She asked curiously, dismissing her first rant. Faelon was glaring at Phil who was stifling his laughter. "I marked you because I feel in my soul that you are my mate," Faelon said softly and Sophia eyed him with a grin.

Caleb and I stood in Boston Common, at the top of a small hill, looking out, surveying the park. He held a map of the Freedom Trail which he’d just bought in a store, and he ran his finger along it again and again. I stood beside him, holding out both halves of the ancient scroll. “Read it again,” he said. I squinted to make out the words. I read: The Four Horsemen travel a trail to freedom. They leave common ground,

The bullet pierced straight into his heart, knocking out his life. “Let’s leave this shitty hole now.” Muttered Ace but I stopped him, remembering Mark. “We have to save someone. Mark..” Ace’s expression changed the moment he heard the name. “So the Fowlers caught him…how?….” I sighed, “I’ll explain later.” We go to the room earlier where I somehow thought where Mark was. And when we entered, I could see him looking blankly at the wall. His eyes had completely turned black as if infected with a disease. He was wearing no shirt, except the worn-out denim pants and the necklace on his neck.

“Artificial, temporary, designed to deceive the council.” “Are you volunteering to verify it personally?” I asked, my voice carrying just enough challenge to make him back down. Tom's incomplete bond with me would let him sense the mark's authenticity, but it would also confirm that I truly belonged to another male now. Tom's jaw clenched as he realized the trap. Verifying the mark would prove I was telling the truth. “This is irrelevant anyway,” Tom said, switching tactics with desperate speed. “Even if she's been marked, the timing matters. My claim predates any recent bonding.”

LILA'S POV “What happened to your mark?” Theo's eyes moved over my face, and for a second he looked like he didn't understand what I was talking about. Then his gaze dropped to where I was staring. “My mark?” “The infinity mark.” I pointed towards his chest. “It was there before.” Theo looked down at his shirt, then he reached for the collar and pulled it aside, exposing the skin beneath it. I leaned closer. There was there My eyes moved over his chest again, at the dark infinity symbol he had showed me that day.

she says, pulling me into a hug. “And yours?” she says to Roman when she releases me. He isn’t wearing a shirt, so he leans forward giving his mother a closer look at his mark. “Perfect,” she says. I pull my hair into a ponytail and watch as the pack members look at my mark and grin. The feeling in the pack is happy and excited. Roman doesn’t push me as hard in training today, recognizing that I’m a bit sore after all of our activities yesterday and last night. Instead, he works on my form and how to stop giving my opponent ‘tells’ into the moves I’m about to make.

"I'll give you something better. A mark that ensures no wolf, no pack, and no living soul ever looks at you again without wanting to be sick." He turned to the guards at the door. "Heat the iron," he said, and his voice carried through the room like a verdict already signed. "Bring the Mark of the Deceiver. Let the whole council watch what happens to rats who dare steal a queen's place."