Mark Of The Vampire Heiress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I moved the jacket back all the way off her shoulder but saw nothing like what he spoke of. “You won’t be able to see it, but I can,” the vampire shrugged. He parked next to the elevators, waiting for us to get out but I didn’t even reach for the door handle. “What the hell are you talking about?” I snarled. “He marked her. You mark your mates, or whatever, with a bite wound, right?” I brushed the spot where I marked her as my mate. “Yeah, what about it?”

Knowing it will kill him too. His Anna Michelle will not die. He will make sure of it. With no time to spare. His canines bit his lips until he drew blood. He leaned down to kiss her softly until drops of blood filled her mouth. Two fingers press her nose, urging her to swallow. She did while she choked at the taste. His blood will help her heal. "Mark her, Vampire King." The white witch instructed. "You know what will happen if I mark her, I won't be able to control myself from consummating our bond." His decision was clouded at the moment. With love. With anguished. He thanked the priestess for her guidance.

Joseph looked at me as if asking permission, I smiled brightly. “Yeah of course,” I said eagerly excited to see the nearby city. “Excellent,” she said with a bright smile. “I’m going to get ready. I’ll meet you back here in an hour.” She turned to leave and just before I turned as well, I froze when I saw the mark on her shoulder blade. I hadn’t noticed it before, but maybe it was because I didn’t know about it until earlier. It was the same mark that Fae had. It was the mark of the blood slave.

Cursing, I whirl around searching for the bastards, although I’m sure they’re gone while the crowd continues to watch. "What?" I hiss, fixing my glare on a woman with glowing blue eyes and sparkly skin. "Enjoying the show?" "Tabitha!" Bonnie gasps, rushing forward and grabbing me before I can go on a rampage. "What the hell was that? What were you thinking?" "Vampires," I hiss, looking down at the silvery mark that looks like a rose, which now rests on my wrist. "There were vampires here." "Vampires?" She repeats, her eyes growing wide. "But how?"

**VITO’S POV** Taking my last steps through the empty mansion, my footsteps echoed. Everyone had moved out on my orders, and the only reason I was here now was to leave some clue behind for Juno to be able to find us. Walking into her room I could still smell her Cologne this was my first time coming in here. Chuckling, it was exactly what I expected it to be, bare with little to no presence in here. It made me think of how she had been living back at her parents' place.

As I carefully examined the lifeless body of the lady, my instincts kicked in, guided by the ever-watchful presence of my wolf. It was as if an invisible force drew my attention to the nape of her neck, compelling me to investigate further. With a growing sense of urgency, I leaned in closer, my gloved fingers gently parting the hair to reveal a telltale mark—two puncture wounds. The unmistakable signature of teeth sinking into flesh. It was a sight that sent a jolt of recognition through my being, awakening the dormant instincts within. My eyes widened as the realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. The mark on the nape of the lady's neck, the unmistakable bite—this was the work of a va

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”

he sighed, running a tired hand over his face. "I'm sorry," I said, my words barely above a whisper. "Mia was a true-born heir," he rasped. "The Blood Moon Pack's mark was already showing on her at four years old," he smiled, then. "I used to tell her it was a kiss from the Goddess." "A mark?" He lifted his head to look into my eyes. "A birthmark on the small of her back. Shaped like the sliver of the moon, tilted to the left," he explained.

"Your bond died the moment his fangs entered my flesh, and never, listen to me well, never will it recover. Now I belong to Killian Blackwood. And if you ever come near me again, it won't be Killian who kills you. It will be me." *** POV: MARK RICHARDS Did he mark her? Did that bastard actually dare to claim what the Goddess gave me by blood right? I stood petrified on the bathroom floor, my breath hitching and my gaze fixed on Ivy's neck. A freshly made mark, its edges still swollen, exuding a power so dense that the air in the bathroom became unbreathable. The design of the crowned wolf seemed to mock me, throbbing with a life of its own that screamed one name: Killian Blackwood.

I leaned carefully to see my Aunt and Joanna. “I looked everywhere for it, didn't find any,” My aunt responded, her tone was as low as she could get it. “I don't think she has a mark. So I don't think there's a need to bring her into the life, the life that her father fought to keep her out of,” “The girl deserves to know. She's still going to have questions because with or without the mark, the blood is in her vein,” Joanna retorted sharply. I figured I had heard enough and it was clearly a conversation I shouldn't be caught listening to. I backed away slowly but my back bumped into someone.