Mitsuri Marked Novels & Stories

He murmured, grabbing my waist to turn me around. “Don't be stupid, Mark.” I said slapping his hands and taking my makeup case out of the bag “Let's hide the hickey, the other thing can wait.” I lowered the turtleneck as much as I could since he, apparently, wouldn´t help me because he didn’t move his hands from my body, and I took out my base to start applying a little. “Are you putting makeup on me?” Asked incredulous. “Of course not, I'm just covering the crime scene, that's all.”

"This is so beautiful, Mildred. You two are fast. I remember how long it took Karim and I to mark each other.” "I am fast," I replied. Matilda stared with incomprehension at the still, sore, jet-black picture of evergreen trees with a full moon behind them until Laika explained what it was to her. "No wonder you have been reeking of Morpheus lately," Matilda agreed. To humans, it would look like a tattoo, but when Morpheus touches it, tingles erupt through my entire body, and my heart swells with love. This mark was there to tell every other male that I belong to Morpheus, and he belongs to me.

Twilight named her Natsumi and as for Youhei's pup, he came about two months later. After a while, Mitsuri tried hooking her up with other guys because she didn't have a mark and that technically made her an unmated wolf. But she turned every one of them down without hesitation. And no, she didn't tell him that he's a father. She also made Ichiya swear on his life that he wouldn't say anything, which Etsuko wasn’t too happy about when she found out. His parents do know though but only because she decided to tell them a few weeks before she was born. She figured that they, at least, should know and they do come over from time to time. They promised to keep it a secret even though they tried t

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

Dara said, wrapping her arm through Mitchum’s. “Well then we will do that this afternoon and not waste any time. Hey Mitchum, did you notice that your mark on Dara looks similar to Siobhan’s mark on Machieste?” I commented as I stepped closer to look at the mark. “No, to be honest I hadn’t looked that closely at Machieste’s mark. Do you think that means something?” Mitchum replied, looking at his mate’s mark.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

Faelon growled threateningly and Atlas grunted. "I'm just curious about what you find interesting about her. I can see her ex did a number on her and she has a mark on her inner left thigh. Looks like a demon bite," Atlas exclaimed in fascination. Faelon's brow rose as he recalled Lucifer saying she was demon marked. "What does a demon mark mean? Do you know, reaper?" He asked. Atlas shrugged and told him he had no idea but Rai may know. Sophia went to the sink and got a glass of water. They both watched her take a pill and sigh.

When she saw a brightly lit sign for a dive bar she knew she'd found what she was looking for. Letting her hair down from the ponytail she'd tied it up in before putting on the motorcycle helmet she walked confidently into the smoke filled room, taking a deep breath and determining that she was not the only werewolf in the bar. Her fingers involuntarily went to her mark, which would let any male werewolf know that she was off limits, and more than that, would make it abundantly clear that her mate wasn't just any werewolf but an Alpha. Breathing in again she tried to determine how many werewolves there were. Not many. But maybe three of four? Most of the men and women in the bar were humans

she said as she stared at him. "Seriously Annabelle?" he said as he burst out laughing. "What's funny?" she asked as she stared surprisingly at him. "I wasn't talking about birthmark, I'm talking of the markings werewolves give their mate in between their neck and their shoulders in order to let others know that they've been taken." "Hell no Alvin, there is no way I will let you mark me," she said as she stood up from the couch and shifted away from him. "So you will try to stop me huh?" he asked with a smirk which made her shiver in fear.