Marked Novels & Stories

My hand was shaking as I was accepting their request. I also had more than a thousand notifications, thanks to Noah's tag on my name on his post. I was browsing my I*******m account when I saw Anne's latest I*******m post. Her post kill all the excitement that I felt earlier. It was a picture of her and Andrew. It was a candid shot. They look happy and in love. Anne's caption says it all. "Partner"

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?

The only other one that we had seen or even heard of having colour were the twin and Heather’s marks, but then their marks were on a whole other level again. “That is now three sets of marks that are very unique,” Mona said. “Three.” Quinn and I said at the same time. That is when April and Kyle walked in. I hadn’t even thought about looking at their marks until now. “Pumpkin, come here and show Meg and Quinn your mark,” Aaron said waving April over. The mark was of a wolf sitting on its hunches howling at the moon, it was outlined in silver like ours, but there appeared to be flecks of silver through it which gave the appearance of falling snow as the light hit it at different angles.

There, hidden behind a layer of smudged dust and expensive gowns was a mirror, with something smeared on it. bold, jagged strokes. Someone had used a dark red marker, or something that looked terrifyingly close to blood, to write a message on the mirror. “STAY OUT OF THE VORTIGANS.”

)) I smirk at his reaction and he calms down and smiles sheepish at me. (( Okay! okay! I get it but just try to stay calm okay, at least she left a note and didn't just up and vanish without a word, just trust that the Luna will keep her word and be back soon plus, if anything where wrong, you would of felt it since she's marked you )) I instantly reached up and carressed my mark, it is quite beautiful two wolves one black one silver howling at the moon, remember that made me calm down by a lot << You're right, as per usual whew! thanks man.How about we do a little one on one spar? it's been a long time >> (( You're on Alpha ))

"Fuck off!" While Amanda is on the Libra side, Alex is a Cancer ♋. He is quite emotional and always looking for true love, Alex is very caring and can also be quiet naive. He loves cuddles, but also love his own personal space, though Alex lacked a little bit of confidence, this was why it took him years to get close to Martins and Stacey. He never really approached Ross to ask for a promotion, but it all ended well, because he was still given the promotion.

As she brought it even closer, she noticed tiny markings on it, too tiny for recognition which made her squint in an effort to make meaning of them, but she had hardly seen anything when a familiar voice startled her, making her close her palms against the glass item instinctively. " That's an e-con, " the voice said, compelling Alice to look up at who it was, she had been so immersed in her thoughts and in trying to figure out what the item was that she didn't hear David come in, he stood so close to the wall his back would have practically touched it if not for the leg he had pressed against it, he held a wineglass in his hand, and for some reason she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable

A Tribunal van idled there, white and discreet, three houses down. On its rear panel, half‑hidden by shadow and grime, a fresh mark had been sprayed in harsh, utilitarian red: **AR-EL0‑1** Arx Recovery – EL0‑1. Tagged. Her pulse jumped. “Daire,” she whispered. “Look.” He followed her line of sight, eyes narrowing as he took in the van, the mark, the too‑casual way it sat like it belonged. Kieran swore under his breath. “They’ve already logged this street,” he said. “They’re marking routes, not just buildings.”

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It was then that Marek stepped forward. Marek was a towering figure of muscle and menace, a wolf of immense strength and ruthless skill. His presence alone was enough to draw nervous glances from every corner of the room. His black hair was tied back, his sharp features accentuated by the harsh glow of the torches. Scars lined his arms and neck, trophies of battles past, and his golden eyes gleamed with feral confidence.