Marked Novels & Stories

he said. "What's taking that sh*t so long, Mark?" Saint asked. "You know Conny! He's always so slow at this sometimes..." "Hey, I heard that!" Connor interrupted. "Mark, could you please press the okay button and say this word at the speaker: Uccidi il miraggio," he instructed blandly. "And please work on your accent so it sure works." Mark raised his brows in confusion. "What the fvck!" he hissed. Connor just smirked. "I know, fvcker. But that's the real password. I'm not kidding," he explained.

It’s a claim. A sharp, electric sting lances through my nerves, followed immediately by a rush of heat that feels like liquid gold pouring through my veins. It’s a public, physical mark—a brand of the Everest Alpha. In the world of shifters, this is the point of no return. He is marking me in front of everyone, sealing our bond in the eyes of High Society with a gesture so archaic and powerful that every doubt Maximus planted is instantly reduced to ash.

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!”

And for the first time, I find myself truly appreciating its beauty and significance. Each mate mark is a distinctive symbol, representative of the individual wolf it belongs to. It’s a badge of honour that we all wear proudly on our necks, displaying to the world our bond with another. Though I’m sure if I were to flaunt mine, Jaden would throw a fit. As I peer closer to the glass, squinting against the bright bathroom lights, I realise I’ll need a hand mirror to make out the intricate black lines forming my mark. A low, menacing growl rumbles behind me, startling me out of my thoughts and reminding me that the water has stopped running in the shower behind me.

he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Maren stepped closer, her silver hair glinting like a blade in the dim light. “Don’t lie to me, boy. We found the markings. The signals you left for Zane’s scouts.” Her tone was sharp, unforgiving, cutting through the thick air like a knife.

He couldn’t have proved it, but the skin along his wrists prickled. Susan stepped up beside him, close enough that he could hear her breath. “You feel that?” He nodded once. She took a black marker from her satchel and, without touching the floor, drew a tiny dot on a yellow evidence flag and set it beside the invisible line. “Marker ten-A,” she said to the tech. “Anomalous terminus.” The tech wrote it down like it was any other phrase, because that’s what you do when the world tilts—you pretend it’s still flat.

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It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

She quickly pushed Jerry aside who looked disappointed, he scoffed sadly folding his hands. Erica bent over slowly since her baby bump was larger now. Their was a pile of human skeletons, she saw a little light beeping from them. She reached in between the skeletons shutting her eyes and grabbing what was there. She stood up moving away quickly from the skeletons. It was a phone. Her eyes lit up at once. "A phone..." she said in excitement. Jerry's eyes widened "a phone? How?" Erica ignored him and tried dailing Jerry's number but it wouldn't connect, the phone battery was very low.

He tried not to grin. "You're right sober, man. Ye need tae party harder." Mark crouched down facing Connor and glanced down at the note. Code 4162, Pastry Kitchen door. Leads to ladder down. At bottom another combination, plus scanner. Need to catch H tonight when he's on his way down. Will call you. Up for it? Mark looked up and nodded. "Yeah, but I can't party like you, Connor," He added. Connor reached out and grabbed his hand, taking the paper back off him and stood up, swaying slightly.