Mitsuri Marked Novels & Stories

With everything that had happened the past month or so with Raven’s Gate and Hati, that little bit of information had almost slipped her mind. I need you to put out some information out there for me, Mizuki-san. Make it difficult for someone to get if they should be investigating about the Phantom XIII of Hati. In other words, so that your enemies won’t suspect anything if they’re searching for any information pertaining to you. That was the revenge of Yuri Kirisawa, and the trap that she had set for Jessica Kwok.

He pushed the folder to her, which made Mariko grin. Mariko opened the folder and frowned. Project X. Mariko saw a picture of a 4-year-old kid wearing an overall pink jumpsuit with long white sleeves underneath while holding a white bunny plush toy. She's like a living doll, with her hair tied up into two buns. Her chubby cheeks were pinkish, and her skin was as white as snow. She was smiling, which made her eyes twinkle. But in her profile, there was nothing written, only her name and her age.

Nicky chirped happily and I became confused, how would one stupid mark tell me how to find my Mason? "This mark is special, why? Because it's our mate who marked us, but it's also temporary, why? Because we didn't mark him also, this mark would fade after twenty-four hours if we didn't mark Mason between now and the twenty-fourth hour, and also, while it's still on your body, you will always be bound to Mason... No matter where he goes. See! It's showing blue now, Mason is at the library, Nicole! You're almost near him."

"I've marked him." "THAT'S MY TREASURE!" Toma hissed and jumped him quickly, ripping into his scales. "DON'T TOUCH HIM!" I whimpered and curled up, watching as Mushu became small in defense and ran up to a rat hole and dived into it, going through it and into the darkness of it to hide. Toma gave me a worried look before curling up on me and glared at the hole. "Bastard!" Toma hissed. "He's mine! Mine! How dare you mark what's mine! Dmitri I hate Japan!" I bit my bottom lip and looked at him, rubbing his head and then under his chin.

Mizuki continues to run hysterically towards nowhere when suddenly she felt her heart skip a beat and she began to feel weak, falling on her knees as she held her heart. She catches her breath, coughing from the sudden pain in her chest. When her breathing calmed, she swallowed hard. She was about to stand to continue running away when she notices the markings on her hands. She tries to wipe it away, but it just spread up to her arms. "No! What is this?!" she cries, hysterically rubbing them off of her.

Jet smiled at my mate and shook her hand. “I’m Kirsten Relani , but please don’t ever call me Relani just Kirsten or Lani. It’s nice to meet you guys,” she said sincerely and smiled genuinely. Her smile was breathtaking and again, I was jealous that she didn’t smile at me. Relani was her name, huh? I thought to myself. That’s one hell of a sexy name and yes, I know she told us not to call her Relani but who cares? It’s sexy. I quickly shook those thoughts away.

​"Now, Aris!" ​As the doctor quickly hooked up the leads and adjusted the sensors, I stood back, my hands trembling. I stared at her neck. The Mark, that beautiful curse that had started all of this, was no longer its usual faint silver. It was pulsing. A toxic, bruised violet light emanated from her skin, casting an eerie glow across the underside of her jaw. It looked like a living thing, a parasite gorging itself on whatever was left of her spirit. Just like it did with the void.

Levi was gifted like that, he could get in anywhere, and you never heard him coming. “I’ll be back in a bit. I know you’re going to need some Scotch for tonight’s bullshit meeting,” Levi said, and walked out again. Malachi smiled, and shook his head. Levi was right though. Malachi walked to the living room, planning on getting himself a drink, when he spied the man standing with his back toward him. The stranger was gazing out of the window. He had light brown hair and stood about 6’2” tall.. The stranger turned around, and Malachi noticed the fern like marks on his left arm. It started at his wrist and went all the way up to his neck. “Malachi Sinclair.”

She lifts her hand, tilting it so moonlight spills across the soft skin of her wrist— And suddenly silver glows beneath it. Not a tattoo. Not magic. Not something artificial. A mark. Moon-bright. Alive. My breath leaves me in a quiet, stunned exhale. “A moon-mark,” I whisper. She nods, jaw tightening as if bracing for disappointment. “Since you’re my mate, you have a right to know. I got my wolf early—way early. And she’s powerful. People say moon-marked wolves are rare but…” She swallows. “Some think rare means dangerous.”

Said mira as she carefully gave her daughter to her mother. “she looks so much like you mira” said grandpa Shimizu “you think so dad?” asked mira who is fluttered to hear that her daughter looks like her. “yes, she looks so much like you when you were a baby but I see that she got her father’s eyes” Melissa opened her eyes as she looks at grandma shimizu that is why she said that. “oh my! Dear she has Jiro’s eyes! Baby did you know that your eyes are so beautiful. It compliments your beauty so much.”Said grandma Suzuki