Mitsuri Marked Novels & Stories

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

They could simply chalk getting rid of me as being for the ‘Greater Good. I continued to beg, but my pleas fell on deaf ears, and it felt like I was in a dream as I watched a representative from the Rockmountain clan step forward. She was an elderly wolf named Marcia, with a headful of hair that was completely white. A hush fell as she clasped her hands. “I have no personal problems with the girl,” she said in a steady voice. “But if what the junior Priestess tells us is correct”—she sniffed—“then I am in support of condemning and putting her to death.”

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?

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

— T*****d t*****d Tap read Tap Read T*****D T*****d Although werewolves are still unknown in modern society, we are one of the most powerful species, we rarely get sick, and excellent resilience makes our physical stronger. Once the wolf in our hearts awakened, we can transform into giant wolves that can easily tear apart any human being. Not to mention the Alphas in the wolf pack, they are even stronger than all wolves. As the leader, Alpha will never leave the pack easily unless they died. I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment. More unanswered questions flooded my mind. If Mom was still around, she could find him. They were the mates, de

Curious. When I finally break away, it is only to trace the line of her jaw. She shudders and immediately resumes struggling. It is entirely predictable, yet entirely pointless— I stop. Tyler's mark catches my eye. My protection crest sits above it, an inelegant overlap that ruins my mood. It is irritating. It needs to go. An idea forms. It will take less than five seconds to erase it. I press my lips over the wound and suck. Someone clears their throat and the sound cuts through my ears.

Asim switches to the other breast and I moan as Hikaru licks and nibbles where they marked me. It looks like I have many tattoos where all of my mate marks are from the Celtic dragon and vines on my wrist to the dragon on my shoulder, the Kitsuné on my neck and the wolf shield on the opposite side of my neck. Add them to my three actual tattoos which are all witchy and I look very inked up.

The ground seemed to tremble beneath her as if the forest itself acknowledged her awakening. Then, with one last cry, her body surged forward — and where a girl had once knelt, a magnificent wolf now stood. Loretta’s gasp broke the silence. Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the sight before her. Liora’s wolf was unlike any other. Large, sleek, and powerful, its coat shimmered with hues of midnight and silver, as though the night sky itself had draped over her form. But it was the mark that stole their breath — a glowing crescent branded across her foreleg, burning so brightly it seemed to turn night into day.

He lowered his hands, his breath hitching in his throat. He didn't see Samantha, the "perfect" princess he had been promised. He saw a girl with eyes like molten amber, her black hair fanned out across the pillows like a dark halo. But more than that, he saw the mark on her shoulder—the one the bite had revealed. It wasn't a standard pack mark. It was a silver crescent moon entwined with a golden sun. "You..." Lucas whispered, his voice raw with wonder. "You aren't the one they described."