Mitsuri Marked Mga Nobela at Kwento

(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."

Tricia sat down in front of me with the tray in her hands before she looked at me. "Are you okay?" Her voice sounded worried. I nodded at her but I was still creasing my forehead. I looked at Tricia with confusion in my eyes. Can I ask her? Maybe. She's the female Beta bound to be close to me, anyway. "Tricia, have you ever heard of a moon's mark?" I sit down straight again and fix my clothes. "Like a mating mark?" "I only know those tattooed ones, not like the same with the mating mark. Why'd you ask?" She started putting my food in front of me.

she answers. Her wolf's name shares the exact name of my wolf friend in The Beyond. It is the prettiest wolf I've known since I was a teenager! We bonded as soon as we saw each other. Ziora is a pretty wolf with silver sparkling fur, three purple tails, and a silver crescent mark on her forehead. Could it be that she is Apphia's counterpart? 'It could make sense since our mate is a marked wolf, and Ziora is special too,' Nico says.

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.

“Were you trying to burst my eardrums, asshole?” I look to where Yamato and Aito are still groaning in pain— I can’t help but be grateful that he warned me to cover my ears. I am not so eager to lose my hearing. “I will ask this once more”. Miyamura flares his pheromones in irritation. “Why are you idiots here?”. “Well, I for one am not sure who you’re calling an idiot…”. Misa says as she begins to poke at Yamato’s head. “But I have come across some important information”.