Marked By The Mob Novels & Stories

I slowly lowered my gown sleeve, revealing the mark on my left arm. "She's Marked," the lady stated. I smirked at the middle guy; I could see the pain and humiliation in his eyes. Among the terrible things, that was the only perk of being marked – immunity to death by any other werewolf, except the one who marked you. "I guess I will live to see another day," I said with a smile. As I turned to leave, the middle guy quickly appeared in front of me, blocking my view. "Where do you think you're going?" he snarled, revealing his sharp fangs.

By his charm… And this was my punishment. I was marked by a stranger, while I was being chained to another. A mark was something that could not easily be undone. A mark was not a thing strangers shared! It was scandalous! It was sacrilegious! To mark one that does not belong to you - To think you own someone who’s not meant to be yours - No one should ever feel entitled to mark another’s mate -

It looks for all the world like a riot is going to break out. Steven must agree. “We’re about to have a real problem if we can’t calm them down.” It was then, a sign turned toward the camera and I saw the slogan written on it. Werewolves Do Not Betray Family! My stomach dropped. This mob was on the Alpha King’s side!

His entire focus was ahead on the movement in the shadows, on the figures emerging from the darkness. The Marked Ones. And Lyla was standing right in the middle of them. His chest tightened. She was unharmed. But the way she stood, the look in her eyes it wasn’t just fear. It was something else. Something that made his stomach drop. The Marked leader stepped forward, their cloak shifting like smoke. “You came,” they said smoothly, their gaze sweeping over the pack. “Predictable. Admirable.” A slight pause. “Foolish.” Mason bared his teeth. “Try me.”

Tyler took the passenger seat and they drove away from the warehouse. Isabella was beating the glass of the car asking for help from the people out on the street. But everyone lowered their head watching the most feared Mafia's car. Nicholas's mafia had his own symbol which was a snake. And every belonging related to his mafia had that specific symbol engraved on them. Showing the authority of his mafia.

The police officer attached to the polling unit has already run away in fright, after seeing the mob in a distance, and how irate they look. “Mom, let's leave here before the matter gets worse, we can't hang out here for long” Mora panicked cringing at her mother. Mama Sarah chuckled, “Why are you scared, Mora? Those are just small flies exercising their willful thoughts, they won't be able to do anything at all”. Mora glanced at her mother confused, she was anxious, at that moment she heard a painful wailing, and looked in the direction of the voice. She saw the two men in robes, beating the mobs without breaking a sweat, even frightening some to abandon their weapons and run away.

Something tells me they are not fully aware of what we are fighting against. "I will make things simple, very simple. Any vampire who makes a move against a wolf or any creature of any race in our territory will be hunted and killed. Trust me when I tell you we know what to do and how to do it to make your death long and painful." Caleb stated and this made them all tense, earning more than one disdain look from them. "The same way I make this warning clear to all wolves; anyone who makes a move against one of our guests, any race they might be, will deal with deadly consequences. I am proud of my pack, if one disappoints me he or she will earn the mark from the pack." This time I shivered,

The fear that coursed through her veins was palpable, threatening to overwhelm her. "Well, I can assume that you might be someone special to Mara," Mark, the shady man, drawled, his voice dripping with malice. "You're probably not like him, or I would have known. My name is Mark, and what do they call you?" His words were laced with a calculating curiosity, his gaze piercing through Lucia like a cold blade.

Elara, I want to deepen my mark on you, as if I could bite into your very soul to ensure no one else dares to claim you," Damian replied, flushing Elara's cheeks with embarrassment. For other she-wolves, such a mark might instill fear of their own fated mates, as the meaning of a marking for a she-wolf signifies possession and dominance by her mate. "Hahaha, mark me again if you wish," Elara retorted, slipping off her cardigan to reveal the string strap of her blouse and the mark on her fair shoulder to Damian. "Sorry, this might hurt a bit," Damian murmured, kissing Elara's skin before tracing his mark on her shoulder with his tongue and then sinking his fangs into her flesh.

Lena's stomach twisted into knots, the thought of it, the bond still connecting her and all of these other poor women to that murderous monster made her feel dirty, what Kate had been through was beyond words, he actually made her fall in love with him before marking and betraying her, she was so young. Kate's hands trembled as she added one last thing to her monologue "He doesn't need us marked to own us, it's not like we can leave, we are his whether we like it or not...But when he touches Ally or Lorna, it burns, the pain, I can't even describe...You will feel it, we all do, when he's with one of us, he betrays the others mark...And we suffer whether we are the one chosen for the night or