Marked Novels & Stories

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

could only come from one creature: an old, strong enemy that everyone thought was long gone. The scary howl lingered in the air, giving Ethan and Amara the chills. They both knew what they had to do without saying a word. As she moved away from Ethan, Amara's eyes lit up with purpose. "We have to protect the Meadow," she said, keeping her voice calm even though fear was trying to get into her heart. Ethan nodded, and his reflexes as a wolf kicked in. "Nothing will hurt you or this place," she said. Together, they went deeper into the Moonlit Meadow, where the silver light cast shadows that made them feel uneasy. The sound of the howl got louder and closer, and soon they could see dark,

This attack needs to be a surprise, catching him off guard. Entering the tent, I find Cole engrossed in studying the map, his attention so intense that he remains oblivious to my presence. As I draw nearer, my eyes catch a glimpse of a mark on his neck, initially resembling a hickey or a playful “promise bite” as we teasingly refer to them. However, upon closer inspection, I discern that it is no mere hickey, but a profound mate mark.

“I don’t know what to explain.” I swallowed and held back my tears. It was not about the anniversary, but that woman. I think we should talk. I turned my head to him and opened my mouth to speak but lost my words when I spotted a red lipstick mark on his white collar. “What is this?” I said and pointed at his collar. He followed my eyes and noticed a red mark. He opened his mouth, but I cut him off. “You don’t have to explain it!” I gritted and got up and walked out of his sight with Xavier.

"I can't make these calls alone. They need your perspective." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Okay," he said finally. "I'll be there in thirty minutes." He arrived looking carefully neutral. We didn't hug or touch or do any of the intimate things we'd been doing before Wednesday's disaster. We just... existed in the same space professionally. The color corrections were the final piece of the campaign before full launch. Shadows and tones and emotional resonance translated through visual medium. Everything we'd built distilled into precise technical specifications.

I said as I smiled. "Alright, you might not like what I want to say" he said. " I want to hear it" I said sturbbornly. " Marking out mate is something very special to our kind, we don't just mark because we've found our mates. We mark to let others know not to cross their boundaries" " So are you going to mark me" I said. " Yes but when you're ready". " but I am ready" I said pouting my lips." Where are you going to mark me".

— T*****d t*****d Tap read Tap Read T*****D T*****d A****n A****n kindle Although werewolves are still unknown in modern society, we are one of the most powerful species, we rarely get sick, and excellent resilience makes our physical stronger. Once the wolf in our hearts awakened, we can transform into giant wolves that can easily tear apart any human being. Not to mention the Alphas in the wolf pack, they are even stronger than all wolves. As the leader, Alpha will never leave the pack easily unless they died. I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment.

“Yeah.” We move slower. Hazel points with her chin. Ahead of us a scrap of cloth hangs from a twig where a sapling meets the path. It’s weathered gray, nothing to it, until the moon catches a smear on the weave. Red-brown, three strokes, clawed downward and splayed. Redmaw’s mark. It’s fresh. Wet where the threads bunch. We both stand there looking at it like it might start talking. “They’re inside the fence line,” Hazel whispers.

"What marks?" "Each man had one." I touched the side of my neck. "Here." Azai's attention followed the movement, lingering against the pulse there long enough to make me painfully aware of the places his mouth hadn't touched. Yet. I hated myself for even thinking about it. "The marks were in different colors," I continued quickly. "One was red. One was black. And the third was gold. There was a flag behind them." Azai leaned forward. My muscles tightened instinctively.

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****