Marked By Novels & Stories

“Yeah.” We move slower. Hazel points with her chin. Ahead of us a scrap of cloth hangs from a twig where a sapling meets the path. It’s weathered gray, nothing to it, until the moon catches a smear on the weave. Red-brown, three strokes, clawed downward and splayed. Redmaw’s mark. It’s fresh. Wet where the threads bunch. We both stand there looking at it like it might start talking. “They’re inside the fence line,” Hazel whispers.

Ezra gritted his teeth but didn’t flinch. Then something changed. The blood that trickled out wasn’t just red—it shimmered, faintly, like starlight caught in motion. A glow, subtle and gold, lit under his skin for a heartbeat. And then… the mark appeared. Not a fresh wound. Not the cut. Something older. Like it had always been there, waiting. A circle, ancient-looking, burned just beneath the surface. Gasps rose around him. Alric froze. Even the scarred wolf looked shaken.

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.

Dalton called trying to get my mother's attention I don't think it working. "Do you want to know how you got that mark on your back"? She asked me still boiling in annoyance. The mark on my back, it looks cool so I don't know why she is bringing it up. When I asked her about the mark she told me it was a birth mark, I found it so cool because it looks like a dog foot print and my friends finds it cool, and looks exactly like a tattoos. So I don't understand how my birth mark relate with my father.

The transition was so sudden it made my stomach drop. "There was another gray wolf I fought with," Rhaziel said, his voice cold. "He wasn't a rogue. He was a trained soldier. And he was wearing a mark. A very strange mark I never expected to see after so many years.” "A mark? Like a tattoo?" "A brand," he corrected. "You wouldn’t know what that is, but…” “Just tell me.” He nodded and continued. “It was on the back of his neck. It was a sun being eclipsed by a black spot.”

More aware They know where you are She said suddenly Ava froze What Lila’s gaze locked onto hers Fear sharper now The mark She whispered They can track it Ava’s heart dropped Track How Lila tried to sit up slightly Her body resisting It is not just a symbol She said It is a marker Silence hit hard Ava’s mind raced A markerMeaningLocation OwnershipControl ,Ethan stepped closer Can it be removedLila shook her head weakly Not without triggering themCaleb straightened Then they already know Ava’s chest tightenedNoLila saidNot yetBut they will Ava’s breath slowedTrying to think Trying to stay ahead How longShe asked Lila’s answer came in a whisper Not longAnd then A soundSoft Almost nothingBut en

I kissed her lips softly, before moving down to nuzzle her marking spot. I heard her gasp, as I licked the tender area. I leaned back and looked, surprised to see the mark had already healed. It was stunning. A white wolf, with a crown, a black Lycan wolf standing guard, protecting his mate. The moon shining down on us. The mark was an indication of a blessed match. A strong couple, who would conquer much in their lives.

To our salvation. A vision hit me then her eyes in the dark, wide with recognition. The soft gasp of her breath. The press of her palm against my chest. The burn where the bond would mark us both. I stumbled back, shaking. “We meet tonight,” I murmured, chest heaving. We mark tonight, my wolf growled, savage and certain. And no force in this realm or the next will keep us from her. The wind howled around the Pack House, echoing the truth I could no longer deny.

Stamped on the front: the crescent and three slashes. My stomach tightened. That mark is pack ink. It doesn’t belong in human soil. “That’s not supposed to be here,” I said, and I meant it in every way. A twig snapped behind the fence line, too close. A voice drifted over, amused. “Found something, witness?”

"Trust me, Arya. I just came back to handle a work emergency.” I wanted to believe him but the look on Marco's face told me that he was hiding something big. “If you caught the red flags, comment 👀”