Mark Of The Fool Novels & Stories

Who was I fooling? He sliced the front of my bra with his claw and ripped it off. My breasts sprung free. As he stared at them, he pulled out his t-shirt and then his slacks in one swift movement. Once again, he pressed his body into mine, my breasts flattening against his chest and my belly cradling his cock. He started kissing, nibbling and licking me all the way to my navel. Then he stopped and stared at my sex. I was panting so hard. I needed him to do something and yet he was just… staring. For the first time, I saw that his eyes flickered golden and then his fangs increased in size. A growl emanated from his chest. His beast was taking over and I had no idea why. It should have scared

"That's the mark to look for on the imposters." Jason scoffed, throwing the paper on the table. "Have you lost your damn mind, is this what you bothered me for?" Carlos rubbed at his temple, "I need you to listen to me, Jason. I got an Intel on how to recognize the unfaithful ones among us, and I was able to today. Each of them carries this mark..." He pointed at the paper, "at the back of their neck vividly."

“You fools. You sniffed her skin but not her soul.” Kaine turns on her, eyes flashing. “She was not marked.” “She was sealed,” the old woman croons, eyes milky. “You saw a lamb and missed the lion.” She points a clawed finger at the ceiling. “And now the lioness remembers her claws.”

However, they understood and doted on me as always, and didn't protest against my relationship with Duke, even secretly helping me establish a pack for Duke. I had personally used all my savings for the undertaking, but none of what I did got the marking ceremony I wanted, let alone Duke's loyalty. My mother sighed over the phone in turn. "It's alright, Fiona. You still have us—come home if you can't be happy in the Forest Pack." I was staring at a photo of me and Duke kept on the table, and said bitterly, "Give me a couple of weeks." Duke and I were supposed to be marked in a couple weeks, and I would have held up the end of our promise if I waited until that day.

“It means they’re not acting as Oryx alone. They’re acting as a splinter.” Nova’s voice was flat. “A rogue faction?” “Worse,” Chito said. “A cult. The mark belongs to a sect called the Hollow Fang. They were cast out from the Oryx before the exile. Believed in devouring the blood of traitors to reclaim ancestral strength.” I didn’t speak. I knew the name. I had seen it carved into the walls of the Wildland shrine, buried beneath layers of silence. “They’re fanatics,” I said. “Even the Oryx fear them.”

"I'm sorry, I was wrong! I admit it! Please, just let it go. I'm willing to make it up to you… I can pour your tea, serve your meals, warm your bed if you like, Mr. Shenton. I'll serve you however you wish!" She even ran her fingers through her hair, forcing a flattering smile, oblivious to how the fine scars marring her face made her look grotesque. Nick stepped back in disgust. "Don't touch me." I sighed. "You reap what you sow. But since they've already been punished yesterday, let's leave it at that." Once released, Logan turned to Caleb with desperate hope in his eyes. "Lily, you know I'm your father, right? Let's go home. Don't let them lie to you."

It was the day of the Werewolves' Hunting Festival. I found my mate three months prior. During the festival, the male werewolves presented their captured prey to their mates as a display of their strength and devotion. But my mate, Chris Ashwood, looked at me and said, "There are so many outstanding Alphas here. Why don't you just give up on me and choose someone else?" I nodded calmly. "Alright." Chris froze when I agreed without hesitation. He clearly didn't expect such an indifferent response. His hand, which was loading his hunting rifle, came to an abrupt stop.

A secret that none of them knew, and one that would remain forever hidden. As I reflected on my feelings for Raphael, I realized that they went far beyond the influence of the mark. While the mark may have sparked the initial flame, my own desires and emotions had fanned it into a raging inferno. I was taken aback when I discovered that the mark's effects remained as potent as they were on the day I received it, even after all these years. The Reaver mark, imbued with my own carefully crafted magic, possessed the power to amplify existing emotions and even generate new ones. This subtle manipulation would shape the thoughts and actions of those who bore the mark, influencing their perception

Mark looked lost, then he started to approach his car. “Shit! Your laptop is gone.” Instead of being concerned, which I probably should be, I couldn’t help but have a good belly laugh at my own expense. I am a fool. Mark fucking tricked me! Did he fucking know I had information on him?

Rogers took the final step forward, looming over Mark, who was still clutching his bleeding hand. With a swift kick to the chest, he sent Mark crashing to the ground once more. "Fool!" Rogers roared. "Tell Luis I said he’s a fool, a big fool!" His veins bulged along his neck as he shouted. He stepped closer and unleashed a flurry of kicks, striking Mark everywhere. "Idiot!" "He thinks he can fool me!" He didn’t stop, raining blows until he felt some twisted sense of satisfaction. At last, he stepped back. "Lift him up," he ordered his guards.