Marked By My Novels & Stories

Mate marks, exactly the same as hers. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight and her mouth moved before her brain could catch up "You're all marked" It was the first thing she had said to these women, Lena felt a wave of embarrassment. Lorna's hand lifted to her throat instinctively, she stroked her scar softly. "Yes" she said in a whisper.

She looked up when I entered, and her expression changed almost immediately. “Oh my God.” She stood. “He marked you?” My stomach dropped. I instinctively touched my neck. “Who?” She gave me a look. “Don't do that.” “Do what?” “Pretend you don't know who I'm talking about.” I walked past her and dropped my bag beside my bed. “Nothing happened.” “Phina.” “Amara.” “That's a mate mark.” I turned around. “It's not.” She blinked. “It's not?”

My heart was beating faster with every breath I was inhaling. Then, he turned around and walked away. I exhaled a breath, I didn't realise I was holding. But the moment he disappeared into the forest, the mark started burning, it was not the usual itching, it felt like someone was burning my skin from the inside. I held it with my other hand and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes when the pain was gone, but stared at my mark in horror. My mark was bright red.

while my parents were busy, always travelling the world before they died. From the corner of my eyes, I see Aria let out a tight-lipped smile, and my heart does something I don't want to name. What right does she have to smile now, I wonder, when she opens her mouth to probably respond to me. Instead, she asks, “Does this mean you accept me as your mate?”

The smile on its face was mine. The malice wasn’t. My eyes—new, aching, overwhelmed by too much light and too much truth—snapped to my mother’s throat. There, half-hidden beneath the iron collar and the shadows thrown by the seal, was a mark I had not noticed before. Not a bruise. Not a wound. A brand. Crescent-shaped, ringed with old silver scarring and lines that looked less like injury and more like writing forced into flesh.

Would’ve I was dead? I quickly got up from my bed, turning on the lights. I ran over to my mirror and looked at myself in horror. There was a huge bite mark on my right shoulder. It was still slightly red, but it couldn’t have healed this quickly. I ran my hands over the new sore, grimacing when I felt pain. It wasn’t a dream?

Calantha bathed in fear and unease. Every minute and every second was torture. She kept rubbing in the bathroom, did not want to come out to face the cruel world. But Calantha knew that she couldn't. Having got out of the tub, she stood in front of the large mirror in that room, and looked at the small red marks on her neck and chest. This was the kiss mark by Lord Hofsess. She leaned over slightly, then saw a small tooth mark on the back of her neck. She raised her hand and gently touched it, pleasure spread all over her body, Calantha groaned, scared and put down her hand. All these things reminded her that she had been marked by Marcus Hofsess.

ARIA “But during your care,” he continued, frowning. “We noticed a mark.” A mark? My hand went to my lap. “This one?” I raised the fabric of my pants just slightly, exposing the old mark on my skin. Aaron and Clara gasped at the same time. “Yes,” they both breathed. My pulse spiked. “What…what about it?” “So… I was right.” Maren turned to Aaron. “That's the royal mark…” she trailed off, unblinking.

Her hands stilled against me as she stared down in disbelief. Confused, I followed her line of sight—and then I saw it. The mark. It was faint but unmistakable, exposed on my skin now that my shirt had been torn. The one I had spent my life covering up. I never knew what it meant. My mother had always dismissed it—just a birthmark, she said, nothing worth thinking about. But now, the color drained from the maid’s face as if she were staring at an apparition. “Holy shit! you bear the mark,” she whispered, her voice reverent, almost afraid.

“Good. I was scared for a moment.” Kara leaned in to check my heartbeat with her stethoscope. Her eyes widened slightly. “That’s odd” "Huh? What is?” "Oh nothing, I'm just checking your heartbeat. It’s stronger than usual,” she murmured. I nodded. “ Maybe that has something to do with the fact I’ve already been marked.” Kara froze. “You… what?” “I’ve been marked,” I said again, calmly. She pulled the stethoscope out of her ears. “Lucy… I never thought you’d give him a chance. You always said—”