Marked By Novels & Stories

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.”

The fabric pools at my feet. Then a voice cuts through the stillness. “Sister!” I turn to Pelin. Her eyes are fixed on me, wide, burning with a shock she cannot speak. She has seen them. The scars. Glowing in the moonlight. Not just that I am marked but Marked twice.

For one stupid second, my mind goes straight to Zahra. I take in the girl. She's pretty enough, in a manufactured, plastic kind of way. Fake tits. Hair extensions in platinum blonde. She leers at me, showing off her mark. I look at it. Instead of the beautiful, extravagant filigree of most marks I've seen, like the ones my friends all wear, unique to each mated couple and incorporating elements of both of them, this one is small, with little detail. It's not much more than a black circle with a few dots on it.

“I will… I will…” She hugged me again, even tighter. As she held me, the mark on my chest suddenly grew hot. It was so hot that I flinched.Then, without warning, a bright light burst from my chest and filled the entire court. Gasps filled the room. Everyone shielded their eyes as the light grew stronger until the whole hall glittered. The darkness outside even faded as if the sun had returned. “What is happening?” someone whispered. “She’s glowing!” another elder shouted. Then someone cried out, “She’s the Marked Luna!”

She spun, knife up, searching the dark. “The next one won’t be,” she warned. “I hope not,” I murmured, stepping easily over her trap. “I’d hate to be disappointed in my future mate.” Her knife flashed through the air. I caught it by the handle, the blade halting inches from my cheek. The silence let me enjoy the weight of it in my hand... well-balanced, sharp, wrapped in weathered leather. Mara’s mark was carved near the base: a crescent moon and three lines. Old rebellion. Old blood. She’d likely never told Maeve what it meant.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

Jack thought as he decided to attend to his neglected member, his eyes never leaving Jerry’s body for one second. *** Beast mark, also known as mate mark, a mark all ancients or Pures had that signified their species' nature and possible power, this mark is never seen until an Ancient or Pure gets marked by being bitten in the neck, or another way was during a moment of a specie being at the peak of sexual pleasure, then the mark is shown vividly whether the Pure or Ancient is marked or not. Most have theirs in different places mostly hidden and only a few have their open skin area, it actually didn’t matter whether yours was in an open skin area or not becaus

she said while flipping through his cards. He has a curved, arch-like, shaped like a wing, with a star inside a circle Mark on his collar bone. A Mark only Damneds or human immortals have. Even though he was dead for a moment and Azrael only saw him once in person, she remembers him to have such a big and bright smile.

Her fingers brushed over the spot, and she froze. Her eyes widened as she traced it, the faint indentation, the lingering heat, the truth searing through her veins. “No…” she whispered, her voice cracking. Marcus’s gaze dropped to her hand on her neck. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t deny it. “It wasn’t just… last night,” he admitted quietly, almost reverently. “I marked you.” Her breath hitched sharply, the world tilting. She stumbled back a step, clutching her throat like she could claw the mark away. “You—” Her voice was strangled, fury and fear colliding. “You marked me?!”