Novel & Cerita Mark Of The Outsider

And that was when I saw him at a clinic, sitting beside Kaia and waiting for her to get treated for a minor cold. "Kaia is an Omega. She's not like you—you have Alpha blood with strong self-healing abilities," he reasoned. Later, I risked my life entering human territory just to find the perfect anniversary gift for him. On my way back, a human bounty hunter shot me. As I bled profusely, I called Chris for help. "What is it this time?" he asked, his tone laced with impatience. "I've been shot." He simply said, "You have Alpha blood. Just sleep it off."

"I don't beg for attention from girls. They beg for mine. I told you, didn't it? I am David Park, the Adonis of the town. With my perfectly chiseled jawline, mesmerizing hazel eyes, and impeccable sense of style, I am -and will always be- the center of attention wherever I go," he retorted, a smug expression adorning his face. They both glared at each other, Avery frowning and David smirking, and just as the tension escalated, the door swung open, causing Avery and David to crash onto the floor. It was the guys from inside the house who had opened the door, interrupting David and Avery.

My bones nearly cracked from the impact as it slammed against the hard floor. I glared at the crowd of people who'd been my family for the first 20 years of my life, now threatening and beating me up all for the sake of an outsider, and felt my heart turn to stone. I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips and glared daggers at them. "I'm going to call the police! Not a single one of you is getting out alive!" Isaac was even more enraged by this. He kicked me hard in the back and thundered, "The police! To hell with that, you stubborn old bitch! I'm going to fucking beat you black and blue!"

She pulls back my eyelid, inspecting it closely before checking the veins running along my wrists. I follow her gaze down to my arms. Pale, glowing silver lines branch beneath my skin. I blink several times. Surely, I am seeing things. “This is bad,” Celine breathes. Bad? My veins are bloody glowing! I start to writhe around. “Explain,” Kaine demands, his grip on my shoulders tightening. “The mark is rejecting her but that alone wouldn't be a problem. The real problem is it's compensating by feeding on her life force instead.”

Thorne said, his voice dropping to a warning hiss. ​I stepped closer, my heart hammering against my ribs. Every one of the refugees had the same black, thread-like veins creeping up their wrists. It was the mark of the Dissonance. It was the same mark I had carried, the same mark I had just unleashed on the harbor to crush the Western ships.

The person who was supposed to be her father-in-law and grandpa to the pups that she would bear if she ever would have mated to Ace Ales tilted her head to the left to check if the evidence of having a mate was still there. To her disappointment, the mark was still visible. It had healed and turned into a scar which the doctor said that it would never disappear no matter how hard she tried to erase the evidence. Of course she had gone to the doctor and asked him to give her the medicine that would help to heal and get rid of the scar completely because she had tried her grandma's herbs to no avail. "I hate you,"Alessandra mumbled under her breath and tried to cover the mark using the collar

Trembling, I slowly turned around and saw no one behind me. "Don't be scared... I'm Vex your fire." I blinked rapidly trying to process what was going on. My mother had mentioned that I'd get my fire when I was older. "Keep walking before they find you." I nodded quietly and picked the pace and my gaze lingered on my hand which had dark marks on it. What's happening to me? "They poisoned us Rogue and we have to get out of here if we ever want a chance of surviving." My heart was pounding frantically in my chest.

​"Now, Aris!" ​As the doctor quickly hooked up the leads and adjusted the sensors, I stood back, my hands trembling. I stared at her neck. The Mark, that beautiful curse that had started all of this, was no longer its usual faint silver. It was pulsing. A toxic, bruised violet light emanated from her skin, casting an eerie glow across the underside of her jaw. It looked like a living thing, a parasite gorging itself on whatever was left of her spirit. Just like it did with the void.

"The rejection mark. Marcus burned it into me because my body was fighting the sequence. It's proof I'm a failure." "Look at it." The Template’s voice was fading. "Look at the mark, boy. Really look at it." I ripped my shirt open. The jagged 'R' on my chest was still red, still angry. But under the harsh fluorescent light of the lab, I saw it. The scar tissue wasn't just a burn. It was a pattern. Small, raised dots that followed the curve of the letter.

He didn’t even move, just stood there, all golden-boy perfection, his arms crossed, his expression bored, like this was just another Tuesday, like he’d already won. And maybe he had. Because everyone here knew it. Mark was the pureblood. The favorite. The fucking prince of this shithole. And I was the hybrid. The freak. The outcast. Caroline’s fingers suddenly squeezed mine, her grip tight, her nails biting into my skin. “Ignore them,” she hissed, her voice low, fierce. “They’re just scared of what you can do.” I exhaled sharply through my nose, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth ached. “Yeah? Well, they’re not the only ones.”