Marker X Lightning Novels & Stories

Dalton called trying to get my mother's attention I don't think it working. "Do you want to know how you got that mark on your back"? She asked me still boiling in annoyance. The mark on my back, it looks cool so I don't know why she is bringing it up. When I asked her about the mark she told me it was a birth mark, I found it so cool because it looks like a dog foot print and my friends finds it cool, and looks exactly like a tattoos. So I don't understand how my birth mark relate with my father.

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

I squinted my eyes, calculating their distance as the lightning bolts escaped between my fingers when I curled my hands into fists. Nearer… nearer… The Wyverns are almost here. Five meters… three meters… two… “Miss Sapphire! RELEASE THE BOLTS OF LIGHTNING!” Markan’s annoying gruff scream became the signal of my attack. I spread my arms wide to both of my sides, releasing the lightning bolts and sending them to the monsters like darting knives electrocuting all of them in mid-air. The area was filled with purple light as the monsters shrieked in agony while I am frying them mercilessly. I also heard the three humans under the tree screaming in fear as they embrace each other, terrified by the

My knees nearly buckled beneath me. Lucien moved instantly to help, but Ryker held an arm out slightly, stopping him. “Wait,” he said hoarsely. The mark burned hotter and hotter. I cried out softly, clutching my chest as silver light exploded beneath my skin like liquid fire. The crowd erupted into chaos all around me. “The mark—!” “It’s activating!” I looked down desperately at my own body. The crescent-shaped birthmark was glowing brilliantly now, silver light spreading across my skin like living moonlight.

I move a few steps to be able to see his neck as well, and what meets my eye is the most remarkable mark I have ever seen. A mate’s mark is like a tattoo on your neck, a visible claim for everyone to see. The mark is different for everybody. Usually royals have the most extensive marks, and the lower down the chain you get, the simpler the marks will be. Since Lola is a royal dragon, it would make sense for her mark to be special. But for starters, and as the biggest shock of all, I wasn’t expecting her dragon to be portrayed in the mark as well. Although there aren’t many hybrids and very little is known about them, I am pretty sure it is highly unusual. ‘It means her dragon has accepted Ze

Or care for me. “Still.” He doesn’t say anything after this, instead turning to the right. It’s then that I make out his friends, Hermes and Zeke. They’re frowning at Ronan, probably confused as to why he’s the only one allowed to make his digs at me. They’re not aware of the deal we’ve struck – No one is. “Come on, Ronan. Damon's going to be pissed.” Zeke rubs his hands together for warmth, shooting me a cold stare.

Soon afterward, Eden Joy’s staff members ran out in different exits in succession. The Lightning Charmboard released wisps of lightning energy and silver-white lightning could be seen appearing around the charmboard constantly. The Lightning Charmboard operated by Adalon personally was much more powerful as compared to that of Hawk and Hell Doyen. Kayson channeled his energy to his palm and flicked his fingers to shoot the energy at Oganesson Magic Circle’s marker and destroyed a pattern on the magic circle.

I said, the words coming out in a whisper. Vanya turned toward me, her voice firmer now. “Would you rather sulk in silence after his death, filled with regret for what you didn’t try? Or would you give him the only chance he has?” She stepped closer. “There’s power in a Lycan’s mark. One born not out of duty, but choice, so do it.” A strange warmth bloomed in my shoulder, the place where Azrik once marked me. It pulsed slowly and faintly. Almost like it heard her.

"This is over. The forest is mine." Lyla’s voice was calm. "No. It’s mine." The mark on her arm flared white-hot. The shadows holding her shattered. She surged to her feet. Kane roared and lashed out with the talisman. Crimson lightning streaked toward her. Lyla raised her hand. The silver fire erupted from her palm, not in streams or sparks this time, it came as a blinding wave. The crimson lightning shattered on impact. Kane stumbled back. His skin burned where the fire touched him.

To our salvation. A vision hit me then her eyes in the dark, wide with recognition. The soft gasp of her breath. The press of her palm against my chest. The burn where the bond would mark us both. I stumbled back, shaking. “We meet tonight,” I murmured, chest heaving. We mark tonight, my wolf growled, savage and certain. And no force in this realm or the next will keep us from her. The wind howled around the Pack House, echoing the truth I could no longer deny.