Marking Books Novels & Stories

Out of fear. I am a monster to them. A servant girl who made trained wolves drop to their knees. I do not blame them. I am scared of myself too. But the fear does not stop the questions. What is this mark? Why do I have it? And why does Prince Ronan recognize it? --- The library is empty when I arrive. I walk past the old shelves and run my fingers over the dusty spines. Most of these books are useless. Pack histories. Land records. Hunting logs. Nothing about strange markings or ancient bloodlines.

“Ready?” I glanced back at the musicians on standby with their instruments. “Will it be a problem if we move around the stage?” In unison they shook their head, smiling widely, and ready for some fun. “Let’s do this then,” I mouthed to girls and winked at Scarlett.

“It has my number and my address. Meet me later today by six and we can go over the details.” I slowly took the card from him. Sebastian Sinclair was boldly written on it. He walked back to his chair, took his seat, and began typing on his computer, the same way he had earlier when I walked in. I took that as my cue to leave. I barely made it out of his office before Macy rushed in front of me, curious to know his response. I placed the card in my back pocket. “So?” “He agreed to bring it up to the board and promised to get my scholarship application reviewed.”

'I got this' I assured him. "Would you like to tell me about your mate?" I asked changing the topic. "What has that got to do with this?" He asked. "Is she tall and beautiful? Dark haired? kind and sweet?" I teased him waiting for a reaction and I wasn't disappointed. He struggled to break free from the chain but it only burned him more. Something told me it was silver. "She is dead" he lied. In the book I was reading when the mate of a mated wolf dies the mate mark begins to slowly fade. But his was still burning.

Calantha worried, she said "Then I just leave it like this, don’t I?" Mary comforted, “Don't worry. Wait for another month and the signs will disappear completely. S-rank alphas can store temporary marks for up to a month, but low-grade alphas' marks only last for a maximum of half a month. I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky. And if you want to cover it, it's simple. In this era, science and technology have advanced. You just need to stick the patch, spray the antiperspirant on the Pheromones, then put on your incense bag and then you can go to work as usual. And be careful , okay."

He must know for sure now that I was lying. “It has your name in it. It is yours, right?” I nodded, surveying it. It was all there. I had forgotten about it. “There were some loose pages. I gathered them all up and put them back in. I hope I got them all,” he said. “You did,” I said softly, touched, embarrassed. “I followed the trail of pages, and the funny thing is….they led me down the alley.” I continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact.

ARYA’S POV Giovanni stepped out from the study, positioning himself beside Enzo, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. I quickly tried to hide the Italian-English dictionary behind my back, pressing it against my spine like that would make it invisible. But Giovanni's eyes tracked the movement immediately, and he raised his brows in suspicion. "What's that?" he asked, his voice deceptively casual. "Nothing," I said quickly. "Just a book I was reading."

“That mark makes you more than just a girl who was wronged, more than just a lost child. It makes you the one every pack has been searching for.” The air in the hall thickened. No one moved, no one breathed. And in the middle of it, Liora sat trembling, her sleeve rolled back, the burning crescent blazing on her arm like destiny itself had branded her.

My eyes slowly wandered around the room and the sight before me made my heart sink. The room was in complete disarray. One of the heavy oak tables had been reduced to nothing more than splintered pieces scattered across the marble floor. Several chairs had been thrown against the walls so forcefully that only broken legs remained. The bookshelf that usually stood proudly in the corner had collapsed entirely, its contents littering the ground beneath it. What truly caught my attention, however, were the claw marks, they covered nearly every wall. Some were shallow and others were so deep that chunks of concrete had been carved away as though they were nothing more than soft clay.

Okayyyyyy," I dragged, confused at where the information was heading. He started flipping through its pages again. I watched him for quite a while, sighed, and rested my head on the chair. I brought my eyes down to see Austin still flipping through endless pages of a book and pausing once in a while to glance at Emilia. He flipped and got to the end of the page, then stared down hard at the image on it. He glanced at me then back at the image. He carried the book in his palm and headed towards the human girl that lay lifelessly. He glanced at her upper arm and then back at the book before signaling me to come. I hesitated for a while before finally moving towards him. “The mark Alpha, it's t