Mark Of The Thief Novels & Stories

"Now, here's what's going to happen. Tonight is just for us. You're going to give me what I want.” He pressed his lips against my cheek. “And if you're very good, if you please me, I'll let you see Dante tomorrow. Deal?" Hatred consumed me. Pure, burning hatred unlike anything I had ever felt. But I nodded. Because what choice did I have? Marco smiled and guided me toward a waiting car. As he paused to speak with someone, I noticed the guard nearest to me had a knife clipped to his belt. It was a small, folding knife but it was better than no weapon at all.

“A prophecy. She saw a prophecy about a cursed Alpha, born under the Blood Moon, carrying the infinity mark on his chest. His fate is bound to a forbidden child born of a human and a wolf. She said the child will both save him… and destroy him.” I'm the forbidden child. I don't need anyone to tell me that much. The room tilted. “And what does that have to do with us?” Theo leaned closer, looking straight into my eyes “Because I am the cursed Alpha.” He pulled his shirt slightly aside, just enough for me to see the darkened infinity-shaped mark on the left side of his chest. My breath hitched. He took my hands, gripping it gently. “That’s why they want us together, Lila. The Elders believe if

Her clothes were ripped, her stomach and thighs was stained with dried blood, and thick red marks lined her back in neat, cruel rows. “Rogue?” Silas asked, his tone sharp with suspicion. I crouched beside her, my gaze lingering on the whip marks. Those weren’t from a rogue attack. They were deliberate. Systematic. Punishment. “I don't think so,” I muttered. “She was probably flogged and left out to die.” A moment of silence, then I continued. “Let's take her since she is still alive.“ Silas eyes furrowed in shock. Then he frowned. “That’s not our problem, Thorne. She’s a burden we can’t afford. She might bring trouble with her. Who knows what she might have done to be punished like that.”

Dax must have noticed my silence because his expression twisted painfully and before I could speak, he grabbed my hand and forced the silver dagger into it. His fingers trembled slightly and seeing that frightened me more than the dagger itself ever could. Dax Blackthorne does not tremble. "Take it," he said quietly. I stared at him. "Dax..." "Take it." His voice cracked again and the sound shattered something inside me. He lowered his head further and let out a hollow laugh filled with self-disgust. "You don't understand what I've done." His shoulders tightened. "In our world, a mark isn't just a bite. It isn't some romantic thing from those ridiculous books humans write." His eyes closed b

It made me wonder if it was the new trend nowadays for men to mark the women they fuck. I hadn’t been getting some until those two nights so I couldn’t tell but their marks made me feel good, only if they could come back and make me feel good again. I was so focused on dreaming about my mystery lovers that I didn’t notice what was going on until my bag was snatched from my hand. I froze for a second before I regained my senses and realized a thief was running away with my purse which contained my cards, phone, and house key. “Hey, give me back my bag.”

"Hector, new intel: Thorne has the captive. It's Alice. Repeat, Alice Arthur. Get backup to Warehouse Seven, but prioritize surveillance. Thorne's aiming to trade." "Mark, what the hell is going on?" I demanded, tossing the radio back down. "She was the villain! She was Domenico's inside woman! Why is she the captive?" "Guilt," Mark spat, taking a corner too fast. "He knows I still carry the guilt for her 'death.' He knows I would have moved mountains to stop her from ending up in Domenico's hands. He thinks he can force a trade—my empire for her life." "And what about us?" I cried, my voice tight. "What about us, Mark? Where do I stand when your dead wife is literally dangling over your hea

“I told you already. That gold is mine. Mine, mine,” Olivia pulled out a handful of gold and waved it ten facts from the thief. “Silly how you think taking stuff that’s not your automatically makes it your.” The uncanny scribbles began to spread even further around the thief’s body face. In time, the cornered assistant curled his body as it to confront an internal pain. “Crap, I know what those markings mean.” The thief’s body slowly began to grew three times his on size as he transformed into a muscle bound grey skinned behemoth with knobs sprouting out on his neck and his back.

It was a sound that tore through the air like a curse , dark and shrieking and high enough to shake the stained-glass seals behind the altar. I dropped to one knee, hands pressed to my ears. So did Thorne. Even Kael staggered back. But Riven didn’t move. Because Riven was staring. Eyes wide. Locked. On the creature’s chest. Where a mark was burning. Not a rune. Not a sigil. A bond mark. My breath caught. It was his. Riven’s. Burned in reverse. Twisted. Wrong. The Seer gasped. “It’s tied to one of you.”

He trembled so hard his knees shook. I slowly pulled my hand away from my throat and looked down at my reflection in a puddle of rainwater on the stone stage. Etched into the skin of my collarbone, glowing with a faint, iridescent silver light, was a sprawling, intricate crest of a crescent moon wrapped around a howling wolf's head. It wasn't a mate mark. It wasn't an Alpha mark. "The Mark of the First Ancestor..." Thomas whispered, his voice cracking with absolute terror as he fell back to both knees, bowing his head completely to the floor.

He stopped talking, and I noticed the color drain out of his face as he stared at Roman, who had been standing beside me. His hand found the back of a chair as it might anchor him. “You've been spying on me?" He asked with a tone like my not trusting him had hurt his feelings. Not that I gave a fuck. "I didn’t steal from you. I swear. I wouldn’t. You know me.” “I find it interesting that you said that without being accused,” I replied. “But stealing isn’t the only mistake you made.” “You spoke to the shadow falls pack,” I continued, pulling off my suit blazer. “And now my shipment is gone. So tell me, Mark. Do you want to explain yourself now, or should we wait for your guest to arrive?”