Marked Novels & Stories

But this time, there was something new. A mark burned into the wood near the back — a spiral surrounded by claw lines. Kellen crouched to examine it. His brows furrowed. “This wasn’t here before.” I knelt beside him. “You think it’s one of theirs?” He nodded slowly. “The Matriarch’s sigil. She’s been marking territory.” Lira frowned. “Then why leave it unguarded?” Kellen rose, scanning the shadows. “Because she wants us here.”

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

Dom reported sharply, his voice ragged as he spoke. "Interesting!" I screamed in my head. I love what I'm hearing right now. Don Marcos has finally arrived by himself. Of course, I knew it, I knew that killing his only son and only heir will definitely fetch him out of his hiding. And of course, I wouldn't stir this kind of trouble if I didn't have any plans at hand.

Smelled like actual beef. Maya had not asked her to elaborate. She did not ask today. Instead, she stood at the map with three markers. Red for cleared. Yellow for unknown. Black for avoid. Six blocks east of the cannery, she added a grey mark. Small. Almost nothing. The map looked at her with the quiet accusation of paper that had just been told a secret. LUS pulsed. That color is not on the key. “No.” Should I add it? “No.” What does grey mean?

I pause, heat flushing all of my body. Uncle Jax nods, urging me to go on. “Umm right above my pussy,” I mumble, but the words are loud enough for him to hear. “I want it to say ‘Daddy’s Pussy’ in delicate script.”

Lush’s POV A small white label on the top bore my name in simple, block letters: *LUSH*. There was no return address, no shipping barcode, and no postage stamp. It had been hand-delivered, bypassed the outer security checkpoints, and deposited straight into the heart of Alexander’s sanctuary.

she hissed. She stared at him another second, brows knitting as her gaze traced his throat. Her head tilted slightly. “Mr. McGrath,” she said, voice steadier. “Why does he have marks on his neck?” McGrath cleared his throat. “He wasn’t wearing his seatbelt. The impact caused… a lot of damage. ” “And this hole how did—?” “We’d like to proceed with the certificate processing, if you’re ready.” Mr McGrath held out a clipboard and pen, stepping forward to block her view. “Just a few signatures—”

Eve stood in front of the bathroom mirror, examining Kane's mark. It was beautiful in a terrifying way. A single, perfect bite on the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder.....already scarring, the edges raised and silvery, impossible to hide or mistake for anything other than what it was. A mate mark. Permanent. Claiming her as bonded to an alpha wolf. She touched it gingerly, feeling the slight tenderness that remained. Kane had been so controlled, so precise, that the wound had healed quickly. But the scar would last forever.

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Mara looked at the wall. “No.” She pointed. “Voss did.” A symbol had been carved beside the door. Three lines crossing. Anchor. Carrier. Catalyst. Cruz stepped closer. The symbol lit. A scanner appeared. ANCHOR REQUIRED She looked at us. “Of course.” She placed her hand against it. Green. ANCHOR VERIFIED A second line. CARRIER REQUIRED Silence. Rory looked upward. “Lila is upstairs.” Mara swore. Bennett looked at Sarah.