Mitsuri Marked Novels & Stories

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!”

" N-o! Lea-ve m-e dammit!" Lifting him up making his feet to hang in the air. He is made to hang in front of Miraki. The sight making dread to settle in him. Miraki i.e the strongest wolf in history was an almost triple size wolf with jet black fur. Red eyes. Long barred canines and an aura that can make a pup piss. His nails were like pointed knives which could kill by mere touching. Yet the most striking thing was that mark of 7 stars on his back. Connected by a yellow light of thread.

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.

Smiling at him, I squeeze his hand and then get back to focusing on my toast and coffee. “That is a beautiful mark, Mandy,” I comment remembering that we had been distracted earlier from completely viewing it. Jumping up, Mandy squeals startling the few that were in the room with us. “I forgot all about it!” she says heading towards the washroom so she could look in a mirror. I smiled after her remembering what it was like when I first saw our mark. It is magical and inspired by the Moon Goddess herself. Mandy POV

Misty Two days have passed since I went to see my mate. He has been marked, he carries the dishonorable mark. I've never actually seen someone with that mark. It's a rare mark to see because Most are killed instead of giving that mark. I may have never seen that mark, but everyone knows to stay away from anyone who has it. I went there to get questions but left with nothing but more questions. Only horrible people get that mark. What did he do to deserve that mark?