Marked By Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

Grace’s gaze on the mark lingered a little more. “This mark,” she said. “I have seen it before.”