Marked By Novels & Stories

Faelon growled threateningly and Atlas grunted. "I'm just curious about what you find interesting about her. I can see her ex did a number on her and she has a mark on her inner left thigh. Looks like a demon bite," Atlas exclaimed in fascination. Faelon's brow rose as he recalled Lucifer saying she was demon marked. "What does a demon mark mean? Do you know, reaper?" He asked. Atlas shrugged and told him he had no idea but Rai may know. Sophia went to the sink and got a glass of water. They both watched her take a pill and sigh.

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.

It was really annoying because he could see her gentle smile each time he closed his eyes. Ace wished he couldn't mark her. He cursed himself a million times for being carried away by emotions. Ace got carried away by the love that he had for his mate because he had been longing to see her for years. That's why he decided to mark her. Ace wanted the fucking world to know that he was his, exclusively his. The destined mate that he had been looking for. The door clicked open and Alexander walked inside Ace's room. Alexander was the only person who could stand Ace when he was in that condition.

Wrists bound. Black ink smeared along her ribs. A letter carved shallowly into her skin. It was a symbol carved into her chest, with signature of a capital letter M at the end of the symbol. 'An M?!'. Elara’s breath stuttered. The same signature. The same mark. Her mind screamed. She looked back to the crowd. Marek's cloak shifted as he rose slowly from his seat. Time seemed to slow. As he turned away, disappearing into the crowd, she caught the last glimpse of him.

We are tied to each other now. Then comes the burning pain on my chest, it’s unpleasant but bearable. I look down and watch as the Mark of the Alpha appears on my chest directly over my heart. I smile in awe at the mark that once resided on my father’s chest, that he now just transferred to me. It’s a wolf’s paw print and looks like I’ve been branded with iron. But as the redness dissipates it’s replaced with an iridescent sheen. This mark is binding and cannot be forged.

"What?" Her eyes widen when she saw in the mirror what was the pain she felt earlier, it was a butterfly mark with a bite mark. A mark meaning that she was now... marked. She never wants to be marked, not in her life! "Damn." She doesn't even think about this kind of possibility, she's done! She needs to get rid of this mark before anyone sees it, she cants let them know that she has been marked. Beatrice bit her fingers as she walk back and front.

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.

As my hand touched her forehead, I froze—her skin was burning. “Why are you this hot?” I muttered, my voice rough with concern. “My… my head is pounding. I… I can’t… help me,” she whispered, her hands clawing at her throat as though she were about to strangle herself. I quickly grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands away. That was when I saw it—the mark on her neck. It glowed faintly, unnaturally, as if alive. For a split second, fear jolted through me. I almost pushed her away. Almost.

The taste of her goes straight to my head like the strongest liquor. I feel drunk on her, and I'm unable to help it. Our mouths finally break apart and I still find myself staring at her. My gaze drifts to the fresh bite mark on her neck. My mark. The skin around it is red, already beginning to heal with the supernatural speed, but still tender. “You alright?” I ask quietly, brushing my thumb just below the mark. Eva reaches up, touching it lightly with her fingertips. She winces a little, then nods.

Mark each other? I blushed. Memories of our wedding night flooded through me. Liam marked me that night, alone in our bedroom. I could still feel the sharp pain of his teeth sinking into my shoulder, followed by the exquisite, euphoric feeling. I hadn’t known what to expect that night. I’d heard other people talk about being marked, and how it changed everything.