Marked By Novels & Stories

Once both parties have accepted this contract, for unknown and mysterious reasons, markings will appear on both of the Mates bodies called Mating Marks. MATING MARKS- Intricate bands made from the darkened raising of freckles on the Skin after two Shifters have become Mates. The Marks often appear around the right and left wrist, or the left and right ankle. It is believed to symbolize a shackle or a sealed contract between the two Mates. And it is also believed that a supernatural reaction between the two lovers causes the freckles to appear.

Ziselaer seemed to be losing her shit. “ That….” She trailed away. “ That mark is carried by a dragon that has been scorched by another dragon’s fire. It is a shame to carry such a mark because it only means the dragon was scorched of something really really bad he or she did. We don’t burn our own, we don’t fight our own unless very necessary.” She declared in utter horror and in that very instance, all the weapons held cluttered down as if they had suddenly burned their hands.

"The mark that the both of us carry, the mark that you carry isn't just any ordinary mark." She waved her hand slightly and magically lit up the air, making the space in front of them shimmer like they were at some magical history show. The mark that they both carried was elegantly displayed in the air and Eleanor noticed with surprise that there was a wolf beside the mark. A wolf sitting beside the mark and even Scarlett wondered what that was supposed to mean. "The mark is a symbol, one that I hate and understand at the same time," Meera continued. "The mark helps us remember who we are, who we truly are, and who we were at one time."

I asked. "Because your mother showed me," Mara said, and she rolled up her sleeve. There, on her upper arm, was a mark. Not a scar or a tattoo, but something that looked like it had been burned into her skin. The shape of it was intricate and ancient, and it glowed faintly in the dim light of the tent. "She marked me with her blood," Mara explained. "It was her way of creating a record, a witness to the truth. The mark glows when a lie is being told in my presence. When false power is wielded. It's been burning almost constantly since Marcus took control."

Then he turned. The movement was slow. Deliberate. As if he had all the time in the world and knew exactly what he was doing. And that's when I saw it. On his forehead—no, branded into his fur, burned into his flesh like a scar that had healed silver—was a mark. Or maybe it was just a birthmark, I couldn't tell from the distance. But it was unmistakable. Three crescents. Interlocked. Their tips pointing inward towards a center point that seemed to pulse with its own light, though that might have been a trick of the shadows.

ZAIA. A Mark. An imprint that will strengthen your bond with your fated. Where your mate marks you, it forms a design that is unique to each mated couple. When I mark Sebastian again, his will match mine. The mark is invisible to the naked eye, and only when the body is going through intense emotion or pain does the mark become visible on the skin. I now stare at my neck in the mirror, the bite wound has healed over but there is still an angry bruise.

The bite scar was what was referred to as a mark and it was a permanent thing. Females carried the mark of their mates proudly for the rest of their lives. It served as a sign to indicate that a particular female was mated and therefore could not be taken by another male. Allowing Klaus to mark me would be like a giant billboard telling everyone that I was his. But was being his such a bad idea? I couldn’t believe I was contemplating this. Did he want to mark me translate to us having a lasting relationship? Wolf Marks was permanent after all. I would be sure to ask him why he wanted to mark me later.

I turned to my side to study him quietly. In sleep, he looked younger. All the sharp lines he always had written all over his face have softened and his brow looks relaxed. He looked… human. My eyes traveled down his bare chest, my eyes traced the faint lines of muscle, and I saw the subtle scars I had noticed before but decided not to ask about them. Then my gaze stopped, and I looked closely. On his arm. He had a dark, crescent-shaped birthmark just below his shoulder. It didn't look large but it was impossible to miss once you saw it.

he whispers, voice thready, “come here.” I don’t move. My heartbeat hurts. “What mark?” I whisper. Ezra steps toward me, hands trembling. “Aiden—just—come here.” “Ezra, what mark?” His face crumples as if I’ve stabbed him. “Please.” I lift my shirt slightly, breath held— And freeze. There, over my heart, faintly glowing beneath the skin, is a shape. A black sigil. Thin, delicate lines spiraling inward like a brand left by something not human.

“Well… that’s interesting.” Aria’s voice trembled. “Tell me.” I swallowed slowly. “There’s a mark.” Damon’s eyes sharpened. “What kind of mark?” I stepped back slightly so they could see. The baby’s chest glowed faintly. And the mark rested right above the heart. Aria gasped softly. “I’ve seen that symbol before.” Lucian nodded. “Yeah.” Cassian spoke quietly. “So have I.” Damon looked from one face to another. “You’re all acting like you’ve seen a ghost.”