Mark X Anissa Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Even those who did not understand the weight of it felt its power. Alpha Dean’s jaw tightened. “The chosen one,” he muttered, voice low, reverent. “The mark that the packs have sought for generations.” The princes exchanged wide-eyed glances. Silas whispered, “It’s real…” while Cassian muttered, “Impossible.” But Loretta was weeping now, her elegant mask shattered. “My daughter,” she whispered, though her words trembled with uncertainty. “My lost child bore this mark too. But hers… hers was faint, so faint I feared it meant nothing. Yet here you stand, with the crescent burning bold upon your skin…”

She finished telling them, hoping they wouldn’t mind her listening more than normal. Looking between the two of them, Cordovia smiled lightly. Amaria was already nodding, as she smiled brightly. “I don’t care. As long as we can be friends? Plus, you’re gonna need me around.” She explained, as she giggled softly. Cordovia nodded, then looked at Nikolias, who was smiling to himself. He was slightly mysterious to her, but she wanted to find out more. And why he too held a similar mark to her. It was time she asked her father about the marks. But she knew he was a busy man. Since he didn’t bring her to school himself. Sighing, the girl turned around and headed for the main building. She was read

Our chests pressed together, but our heartbeats told different stories. His heart raced with hidden excitement while mine beat steady with cold understanding. Finally, Marcus spoke hesitantly: "About the marking ceremony... it's all prepared, but with your condition..." "Find someone to take my place," I interrupted. "We can't let the pack lose face." I knew exactly what he wanted to say. Better to suggest it myself than be cornered into it. At least this way, I could maintain some dignity. Marcus seemed amazed by my sudden compliance. But with his goal achieved, he didn't question my change of heart.

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.

I have to know if she's starting to remember. Then I see her reach for her shoulder, and I know. The mark. The one from her dream. It's real, and it's hurting her. My fault. Everything is my fault. "Does it hurt?" I ask before I can stop myself. The fear in her eyes when she realizes I know about it nearly breaks me. I've scared her. The last thing I ever wanted to do was scare her. I leave before I can make it worse, but not before telling her I'll see her tonight. At the party. Because Marcus is right—contact means consequences. But I've already made contact. The damage is done.

Xavier’s POV The mark didn’t fade. Not when they tried to scrub it. Not when they poured water over it. Not even when one of the warriors dragged steel across the stone in an attempt to carve it out. It remained. Like it didn’t belong to the surface it clung to. I stood over it long after the others stepped back. Marcus stirred beneath my skin, restless, agitated. ‘HE WAS HERE.’ “I know.” My voice came out low, controlled. But there was nothing controlled about the storm building inside me.

Blood rushed up her neck as he had openly kissed her in the presence of his friends. And before she could recover from that, he got on one knee to fix the straps on her heels. She didn’t even know when they came undone. Her cheeks turned crimson, her eyes wide as he tied them back. She didn’t dare look anywhere else but at him, her neck feeling hot. And then he stood up, staring at her like he had not done something out of the usual. “Annalisa.” Anna tore her eyes away from him before they fell on his friend, Massimo—the man with a dark and terrifying aura. He gave her a polite smile, and Anna nodded, returning it, although hers seemed somewhat tight.

It’s like she’s having an ongoing orgasm that seems not to be ending and fuck if I’m not already about to blow inside her. “We should mark each other at the same time.” I say as I rise and hug Annalise closely to me and our coupling becomes more passionate as we both work to bring each other to release. We kiss each other heartedly as Annalise runs her fingers up and down my back and I reciprocate the action. She breaks the kiss and nips at my mate mark and my brain falls to the floor. This is really happening, we’re going to mark each other. “I’m about to cum, Xillon, mark me, do it now!”

Ansel agrees. Logicly I know that we had agreed to wait to mark each other until we could be sure of our position... But now that we know it is a witch behind the changes in Ansel's pack I feel like we are either going to take back his pack, or die trying. So when Ansel agrees to let me mark him first... I don't hesitate, I don't stop to think, I reach up and kiss his neck, licking across where my mark will go, and then I sink my teeth into his neck, marking him. He jumps in surprise, then moans loudly, grabbing my hips and pulling me flush against his hard cock.

She continued to shed tears for her unfortunate fate. “I’m so scared Ramsha. I don’t want to marry that man.” She choked. Ramsha pulled her out of her embrace and cupper her face gently, wiping away the tears. “What do you mean, Ainnie?” she asked, confused. Anissa breathed deeply and sat down on her bed. Taking a few more breaths, she stared at Ramsha and Haris. “I don’t want to marry him. He’s forcing me.” she confessed. She knew that she shouldn’t be involving her only friends in her mess but she needed to get the heavy burden of her feelings off of her chest.