Mitsuri Marked Novels & Stories

Why did it have to be in front of them? "The pack will want to witness the marking of their Luna," Kazimir replied. "We will do it at the same time." He added. My heart hammered in my ribcage. I glanced at Riri, remembering what she had explained before. She gave me a nod of her head, telling me it was going to be okay. The marking could lead to physical and emotional changes in me, such as heightened senses, increased strength and agility, and a stronger connection to the pack, but I'm not like them. I'm a human!

As they step off together, he tugs the hood up over her ears—gentle, protective. **Haru (low, just for her):** “Keep the hoodie.” Mia looks up—amber eyes questioning. **Haru (smirking, thumb brushing the red Nakamura kanji stitched over her heart):** “Everyone will know you belong to me when you wear it. Nakamura mark. Fire claim.” Her cheeks flush deeper, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead she buries her nose in the collar again—inhaling him like it’s oxygen. **Mia (soft, teasing):**

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

Asim switches to the other breast and I moan as Hikaru licks and nibbles where they marked me. It looks like I have many tattoos where all of my mate marks are from the Celtic dragon and vines on my wrist to the dragon on my shoulder, the Kitsuné on my neck and the wolf shield on the opposite side of my neck. Add them to my three actual tattoos which are all witchy and I look very inked up.

I answered with a slight click of my tongue. “Which of you is Mark and Siberus?” I asked as i scanned the space. Nobody answered and i turned to Andro. “Mark, Siberus-” I turned back to the guys and they stepped out. One of them had a tattoo scar across his face and wore a grey tank top, while the other was the same height as me with a long black dreads for hair. “So what do you want them to tell me concerning Morgana?” The buffer one huffed and crossed his hands over is chest.

“Then by the light of the Moon Goddess, and in the presence of our pack, I declare you mates. You may mark each other as a symbol of this eternal bond.” With a gentle hand, Chris brushed back Zita’s hair, exposing the side of her neck, and leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss there before his teeth elongated, marking her as his. Zita’s eyes fluttered closed, her expression one of peace and joy as she accepted the mark, her body leaning into Chris’s as if finally, they were two halves of a whole.

After dressing up, I immediately go to the garage and get in my car before starting the engine and I start driving towards my mate's house. Mitsui asks, I can't help but grimace because this is just our first date with our mate and he's thinking about marking Milo already. What a horny wolf, he keeps on whispering to me when will we breed our mate, when will we mark him that sometimes I feel like blocking him on my mind. "Our mate doesn't know that I'm a werewolf so it takes time before we complete the mating ritual. I'm not rushing anyway." I answered with a hint of annoyance in the tone of my voice. I feel Mitsui growling in defeat inside me.

Her eyes went wide as she gasped, “it’s more than a mark.” I moved and pulled her into my arms, “what do you mean more than a mark?” I looked down at her, “let me see it.” Her eyes were filled with concern as she moved her shirt over and there on her marking spot was the Blood Moon, two wolves, one black the other white, sitting on their haunches, forehead touching creating a heart shape in the middle. I didn’t realize I was smiling as my finger ran over it gently, “it’s beautiful Spitfire, truly beautiful.” I looked into her eyes, and I could see how upset she was, my brows scrunched together, and I mind linked her, “what’s wrong, Spitfire?”

I sloped closer and nearer to his ears and whispered, “Got it, Nishimura?” The red tainted birthmark of his located down his ears confirmed my long-time assumption. The Nishimuras of the Night winder pack was known for that red mark in a shape of a rose. Although I do not know which of the three Nishimura brothers he really is, better pretend I did know. He can be of use someday. “I accept the mission, give me a year for this and I will give you the scroll you wanted. But I want an assurance you’ll not break the agreement,” I stated before releasing the third Panel.

“Hey Evander, see the new neck art on your Beta?” I look at Mark, he and Tyson are sporting very handsome marks. A mark is formed by mates biting each other on the collarbone. Chosen mate marks are dry crusty and not attractive. Fated mate marks like Tyson and Marks’s are shiny pictures like tattoos. Tyson is sporting a red and blue M with a wolf howling. Mark has a gold T with stars around it. Seeing them makes me want to mark Marcella now. The full moon is coming. I’m so excited to sink my teeth into her.