Mitsuri Marked Novels & Stories

"I wanted Axel and I to mark you on a very special day called the mating ceremony but I guess someone was in a hurry." She traced the tattoos on my chest drawing patterns and hummed softly. "I don't want this moment to ever end, Freya Allan." She grinned at me. "I guess the feeling is mutual" she whispered softly and closed her eyes. There was a moment of silence between us. "Lain?" She called and I hummed in response. "When will I mark you? I want us to be on the same page." A small smile curved my lips. "Are you that eager to make me yours?" I taunted and when she didn't reply I knew that she had fallen asleep.

A woman gasps in surprise, “Look! She has a new mate mark on her neck!” The surprise travels across the people in waves, and I can hear women gushing and crowding Anita. She gushes from all the attention being showered at her. Getting marked at such a later age is no doubt an extraordinary thing because usually, most mates mark each other in their late teens or early twenties. Anita soaks up the attention, she blushes red and regales the story of the marking that happened just last night, and I can see how she’s on top of the world right now. I don’t begrudge her that. Everyone deserves happiness but there’s a part of me that’s afraid.

Kit looked over her shoulder at the retreating woman. “Mitsuhide I have seen her before,” Kit said. “Okay,” Mitsuhide said. “No. Mitsuhide. I have seen her everywhere we have gone this weekend,” Kit said. “Maybe she lives over here,” Mitsuhide said. “She was watching us every time,” Kit said. “Mitsuhide was her eyes green?” “Yes, strikingly green,” he said. “Mitsuhide she is the one from the cave,” she said. “What?” he asked.

Simon shifted uncomfortably behind me but I did not turn to look at him because I could feel my legs weakening slightly as the weight of everything pressed down harder, and I hated how helpless I felt standing there while people talked about my life like it was already written. “What trial?” I asked again, more firmly this time even though my voice still shook slightly, because I needed to understand something before everything was taken away from me completely. Mira tilted her head just a little as if she was deciding how much truth I deserved, and when she finally answered there was no softness in her voice at all. “A mating trial is where the pack decides who is strong enough to stand bes

Rogue scent was scattered badly across the mud, chaotic and wrong. Tovan studied the ground, frowning as he realized the trail was staged. Too obvious in some places. Too empty in others. Mira stepped toward a rain-darkened tree, her scar pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. She wiped mud and blood from the bark with trembling fingers. There it was. A crescent cut. Not deep. Not large. But shaped exactly like the Moon Rite mark. The warriors went silent. Tovan looked at Mira differently now, his skepticism cracking.

TAE My pack believed that we were special. Hand picked by the Goddess and made protectors. They call it Hwansu in our tongue – Phantom beast. That was before they were attacked and shredded by marauders. If my pack saw me right now, cowering and hiding all because I thought I saw my tormentor, they’ll toast me for shaming our legacy. All because of Ronan fucking Blackwood. “Sunny?” I flinch at the mocking tone in Ronan’ voice and press my back against the wall, praying that the waste bin is large enough to hide my small frame.

The photograph lands on the table between us. Security footage. Grainy. Timestamped from last night's gathering. Derek taps the image with one finger. "East side of the main hall. Two hours in." I lean forward. The photo shows wolves laughing, talking. Normal. Except for one detail. A hand reaching up to touch something at their throat. A chain. And hanging from it— My breath catches. Two lines. A rough circle. The same symbol I found in the ashes of my bakery.

, Kei said while confirming what Mizuki just said. “Yes, I’m being serious and I won’t take revenge. I mean you were in a hurry and Jones needed his medicine. Just so you know I’m not a cruel person”. “Okay”. Kei got a little impressed and said in a low tone: “I guess even you can be in a stable mind”. “Excuse me. What did you say”? Mizuki said it being irritated. “Nothing. Tell me about that important stuff which is related to our marks”, Kei said.

—JASMINE “The Marking Festival is a unique and exclusive event that takes place only during the rare and enchanting Bluemoon Festival. This sacred ritual occurs once every two years, and its origins date back to the time when Alpha Denzel assumed leadership. At its core, the festival is a ceremony where Alpha Denzel selects a new partner, marking and imprinting on her as his chosen one. This ancient tradition is steeped in mystery and intrigue, with whispers of additional rituals and customs that follow after? I’m not sure.

I smiled at her and signaling her to wait outside. "Miss, can you please help me to zip this dress?" I heard a voice from the room. I peck my head quietly and saw her facing the wall while the mirror is on her right side. She tried to reach the zipper but failed. A white sleeveless gown with a deep V cut that hugged her body perfectly while the unzip zipper exposed her back clearly. I slowly walk to her and help her to pull the zipper up. Her back was facing me.