Mitsuri Marked Novels & Stories

As the alpha turned to her with cold eyes, she muttered. “Not anymore, Myra. I reject you, and you don’t have my mark anymore,” he snarled as Myra felt that wicked pain on her wrist as she shot up from the bed. “No!” She screams out, her body trembling in shock as she stares at her arm, the mark still there, the room feels drowsy; meanwhile, Myra rushes to the toilet and turns on the shower, letting the cool water soothe her body. Myra rocks back and forth, feeling suffocated, until she touches her hands to confirm his mark is still there, a mark she had scratched until it became red.

Misty gasped, her voice strained as she neared the end. "Not so fast, my wild wolf," Dimitry's canines emerged, and in a swift motion, he marked Misty, infusing her with new life. Misty's piercing screams reverberated through the environment, followed by a desperate cry from Sybil. "No!" Sybil yelled, her voice echoing with disbelief. To everyone's amazement, Misty's wounds miraculously healed, aided by the new bond gifted by her mate along with Aurum's power. "Mark him," Hazel murmured urgently. Misty wasted no time; she swiftly sank her teeth into Dimitry's shoulder, sealing their mate bond.

I build the pleasure back up that had started to settle and as we once again get to the edge of exploding; I surprise myself when I pull back from my kiss and whisper, “Can I mark you?” He doesn’t actually answer me as he growls and tilts his head to the side. I smile as I then kiss down his neck until I get to the junction and find the spot that makes him growl again. Misty yips in my head and extends her canines. I suck and kiss the skin of where I will be placing my mark. Before I bite down, I answer his question and whisper, “Yes.”

"I'm not bonded to you." "No." Damon's eyes met hers in the mirror. "But you're not fully unbound anymore either." --- She sat on the edge of the bathtub, wrapped in his shirt now—white, oversized, falling off one shoulder—staring at the mark in her phone's front camera. The silver lines were intricate. Delicate. Almost floral in pattern, like someone had traced a vine across her pulse point. "It's partial," she said, more to herself than him. "Elder Mariko told me about these. The Moon can create provisional Marks—connections that don't fully bond two people but *tether* them. A temporary Claim."

Part 19 || Mitha || Mizuki sighed, she took out a dagger from her pocket and stared at the figure of the girl in front of her with a flat face and eyes closed. While the figure of the girl in front was looking at Mizuki with a shake of her head. Mizuki's heart ached, indicating that Xavier seemed to be telling him not to take long to finish his mission, 'I'm sorry' Mizuki thought to himself. "Ehmmm, mmmmphhhh!" Mitha exclaimed shaking her head as Mizuki started to walk with her smirk

(92%) “You okay?” Miu waved a hand in front of his face. “The teacher’s coming!” Then he noticed the unmistakable horseshoe-shaped birthmark on her wrist—the one the real Yamada once drunkenly showed off at a company party. Any last shred of denial shattered into dust. “I’m fine!” Takuto practically leapt into his seat, the movement so abrupt that Miu’s pencil case tumbled to the floor, scattering pencils, erasers, and stickers. They both knelt to pick them up. Their foreheads collided with a loud thunk.

Christian remove his shirt and show her the tattoo on his left shoulder. "What are you trying to say?" "You see this mark? This is the mark of the secret organizations of witch Hunters and Vampire slayers. although we don't have issues with werewolves we deal with them in case to case basis." Mira was shocked to realized that the mark she is seeing on his shoulders are the sign that will draw them apart and make them mortal enemies

Its surface rippled like water disturbed by an unseen hand. “…and so it shall again.” The whisper licked across her skin. A shiver raced down her spine. She pressed her palm to her stomach, instinctively protective—and gasped. Beneath her hand, something flared. Not the gentle warmth of life she had come to know, but a sudden, searing heat that cut through her like a blade of light. “Kilian…” she whispered, voice trembling. The mark appeared as if drawn by invisible fire—thin lines of silver and black tracing across her skin in a shape she could not yet understand. A crescent, yes, but shadowed. Imperfect. The light and dark interlocked like two halves of a wound.

"You are a werewolf Bree and have been marked by a monster who your mate.. Hey guys don't forget to like. The next chapter has been uploaded on d****e @davi's story place on d****e. Bye for now

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."