Mitsuri Marked Novels & Stories

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

Another memory claws up from where I tried to bury it. My wedding night. The room was dark, shadows everywhere. Agora took his time, stripping me down like I was something to carve, not love. His hands, his mouth, all cold. No warmth. No kindness. Then his teeth. He marked me fast. His canines were tearing in while he whispered against my skin, blood running hot. “Now you’ll never escape me.” My wolf shrieked, fighting, but his mark slammed the door on her, quieted her down to nothing.

Vladimir straightened. “Stop talking in riddles. Answer me clearly,” I snapped. Moira closed her eyes, then mumbled. "The girl wasn't the target." My heart stopped, but didn’t prod her. "The rogue wasn't sent after Astoria." "Then who?” Vladimir was the one who spoke this time. Moira looked at me. "The rogue was looking for that thing." A shudder ran down my spine, but I kept my icy front. "What thing?" The woman chuckled bitterly before answering, ”The same thing everyone has been looking for these past eight years."

My heart was beating faster with every breath I was inhaling. Then, he turned around and walked away. I exhaled a breath, I didn't realise I was holding. But the moment he disappeared into the forest, the mark started burning, it was not the usual itching, it felt like someone was burning my skin from the inside. I held it with my other hand and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes when the pain was gone, but stared at my mark in horror. My mark was bright red.

I couldn't resist joining in, clapping and chanting, "Kiss her! Marry her!" Chris turned to look at me, his face a picture of shock. "Fiora, have you lost your mind? I'm your mate!"

“I have never been here ..… but I know it.” Nyssa frowned. “That makes no sense.” “It does,” Adriana insisted. “This place is older than memory. Older than packs. Older than the moon goddess we know her.” Nyssa’s heart pounded harder. She moved forward again, because that was the only path she could see, but then she saw something scribbled in the walls, moving closer, she noticed they were markings. They were carved deep into the stone walls, they were gouged so deeply as though whoever had made them needed them to last forever. Figures intertwined with symbols she did not recognize, yet somehow understood.

Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying. “You sure about that, boss?” he asked. “Symbol lights up, you touch it, you get branded. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘nothing’ to me.” “Keep your eyes on the road,” I replied. “I am.” He wasn’t. Not entirely. None of us had expected the Mark to react like that. We’d seen sketches, blurry photos smuggled out by the undercover asset I’d planted in the sect months ago. Some cultists had symbols tattooed on them, carved into the walls, painted in blood.

Me landing on my feet without hurting myself would be almost impossible. I clenched my fists and shook my head knowing that I needed to keep myself calm. Everything about the whole situation played again in my head. Mum’s eyes not being as green as they were. Me simply catching her perfume’s smell rather than her scent as a wolf. Bloody hell, I was marked by Damien; but that didn’t mean that my scent changed. It was simply masked by his for the next few days only to merge with my own later. Think, Natalia; you need to think…

I asked him as I held both his hands. "He's the Dire wolves Alpha among other titles. Basically he's the Alpha of all Alpha's, given the title by the moon Goddess herself, go ahead and show your true mate the Goddess mark," Mystrel growled and Boris turned around to show me his back. Low on his hip was a crescent shaped dark area. I ran my finger across it and felt a tingling on my hip. "I think I just got one," I growled and turned trying to lift the fabric. Boris helped and sure enough a matching pair.

Moonshade’s forest had always been a sanctuary—an ancient, sacred place where the pack thrived under the watchful gaze of the moon. But tonight, the familiar rustle of leaves felt different. The wind carried whispers of fear, betrayal, and impending doom. Aria stood at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the dense expanse of trees that stretched far beyond the horizon. The pale silver light of the full moon bathed the land in an ethereal glow, but it did little to soothe the storm raging inside her. Her mark, a dark sigil burned into her flesh by the enemy alpha, pulsed faintly under her skin. It was a constant reminder that she was tethered—caught between two worlds.