Mitsuri Marked Novels & Stories

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.

Kiran's eyes widened as he looked at Justin for confirmation. Justin nodded mechanically. "Yes, is there a problem?" "Are you sure?" Kiran's voice rose. Justin nodded firmly, indicating his certainty. The more certain Justin was, the more chaotic Kiran's thoughts became. He remembered that Aoki Kosner had a heart-shaped birthmark on her right buttock, a unique and unforgettable mark. Justin's words made Kiran's world feel like it was collapsing. Could Aoki Kosner be a member of the Murphy family? "My master mentioned that the Murphy family's birthmark might be hereditary," Justin continued without much thought.

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?”

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.

They were carved with pictures of wolves, stars, and flowers. "Why is it forbidden?" I asked. I stepped over a pile of rubble. "Because the truth is scary," Merek said. He stopped in front of a wall that was covered in moss. He waved his hand, and a soft, white light came from his fingers. The moss began to shrink back, revealing a mural. The mural showed five figures. In the center was a woman with white hair and amber eyes. Around her were four men. One was huge and dark. One was lithe and tattooed. One was fast and bright. And one... one was a spirit of silver mist.

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.