Marked By My 소설 & 이야기

The Marked One. ​As I reached them, Noah placed a hand on the small of my back. It was a gesture of protection, but my heart told me otherwise. ​"Tonight, you the neighbors," Cassian whispered, leaning in as I stood between them. "Try not to look so much like a rabbit, little wolf." ​"Why am I here?" I hissed, my hand instinctively going to the collar of my gown to hide the mark. ​"It’s a celebration of strength, Aria," Noah answered, his voice smooth as silk but hard as the marble beneath us. "The Blackthorne Gala". Our allies have traveled far to witness the stability of the Blackthorne territory. Don’t embarrass us."

We barely got visitors in the house. “I’ll go get the door.” Dad said, practically jumping out of his seat before I could even think of moving a muscle. “Welcome Elders. Come in.” I heard him say from the door. Elders? I casually turned my neck to see, my blood freezing when my eyes landed on a mark I knew all too well. The steak suddenly soured in my mouth, and my stomach churned with acid. I tightened my jaw, trying to control the puke that threatened to escape.

I wound my hair up into a high bun, so that it wouldn’t get wet in the shower, and then I yanked off my t-shirt. Just beneath the collar of my top laid Samyak’s mark, dug forever into my skin. Everyone’s mark was slightly different, though many appeared as a hickey, or teeth marks. Mine was the same bruised colour as a love bite, though it appeared as two parallel lines, at an angle across my marking spot, one a little above the other.

Fires burn brighter than usual, casting harsh light across the dirt paths. And then I see it. The mark. It’s on the ground, burned into the earth at the center of the square. A symbol I do not recognize, yet somehow, I know it belongs to me. My stomach disturbed. "Who did this?" Soren looks at me, his gaze sharp. "We were hoping you could tell us." I step forward, my heart hammering. The moment my foot touches the edge of the mark, things changed. The air tightens, The wind stills.

And then I saw it. A mark, faint but undeniable, had bloomed on my chest just above my heart. A symbol I hadn’t seen since my rites at seventeen. The mark of the goddess' judgment. I stared at it, unmoving. My fingers hovered over the sigil, pulsing faintly with silver heat.

“You held on to the officer's shirt stubbornly and didn't even bother to smile at the camera.” I chuckled. I knew Maxine was trying to ease the tension on my shoulders. Elspeth shuffled around in her slippers, gathering a few things that had something to do with me. “You said… I had a mark,” I reminded her softly, trying to prompt her memory. She nodded slowly, then sat across from me and leaned forward. “Yes. A crescent-shaped mark, like a half-moon… right here.” She motioned to my shoulder. “That mark is not just any birthmark, my dear. It’s a symbol.”

I started. “I said look, Alpha. This is important.” Her tone wasn’t gentle anymore. It was urgent. I swallowed hard, then stepped closer. When I finally looked, my breath caught. Right there, etched into Myra’s skin like a symbol of fate, was a star-shaped birthmark. Not just any mark. It was glowing faintly, barely visible under the dim candlelight, but unmistakable. “What… is that?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. Martha stepped back and looked me in the eyes.

And now she would have to let him mark her? Kiran looked up. "The clock is ticking, there will be in here any second from now" The doors were being pushed against. She could hear the angry curses of her father on the other side. "Make your choice." She remained silent, carefully contemplating. "Three..." She couldn't make up her mind "Two.." She couldn't believe she was about to do this. "One." "Mark me."

That was all he said. For sometime I has wondered what mark he was talking about. But I came to realise I had this mark on my back, like a tattoo or some birthmark. I couldn't really tell. It was so weird. It's a small pentagon colored black, and in the middle it has a small zig zag shaped line. I don't really know what it means. But as he said, I have never been truly happy in my life. Whenever I feel happiness, Sadness always follows.

He maintained a poker face as he asked the strange question. Lilith didn't know what he had talked about, what concerns marking with intimacy? Isaac understood the reason for her questioning look, she was oblivious about stuff like that. But he couldn't blame her, James refused to expose her to the world, thereby making her oblivious about a lot of things. " To mark someone is extremely painful except if both parties are to be intimate. So tell me, do you want to experience the pain or not?" Isaac said again. He was getting annoyed by her question.