Mitsuri Marked Novels & Stories

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

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.

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."

Loriann's POV It's all fun with the girls. Louise, Rachel and I tease the newly mated as they shyly stare at us. Meg proudly shows off her mark, a blue moon with a wolf's head in it. Cliara seems to have one too; Hedrick must have wanted to make sure she didn't change her mind.

he said, hesitating towards the end. Mizkeal walked closer to Moratia. He leaned in, pulling her into a gentle kiss. The earthquakes stopped at once and so did all the destruction on the land and ocean. Right then Snow White flew right above us, engulfing us in the mist, cutting us from the rest of the world. Mizkeal parted from the kiss. His skeptical eyes skimmed around at the mist and then finally fell on Moratia for an explanation. “Marking is something sacred and private. I couldn’t do it in front of them, so…” she said.

'I got this' I assured him. "Would you like to tell me about your mate?" I asked changing the topic. "What has that got to do with this?" He asked. "Is she tall and beautiful? Dark haired? kind and sweet?" I teased him waiting for a reaction and I wasn't disappointed. He struggled to break free from the chain but it only burned him more. Something told me it was silver. "She is dead" he lied. In the book I was reading when the mate of a mated wolf dies the mate mark begins to slowly fade. But his was still burning.

Someone. The silence inside me tightened. Then like smoke in the wind I felt her. Not fully. Not clearly. Just a brush. A tug in the space beneath my ribs. And my beasts went mad. Mate. Ours. The soul bond. Mark her. Now. I clenched my jaw, hands twitching. I could barely breathe. And then. “She will come to you tonight.” The voice cut through my frenzy like a blade of calm. I turned sharply. Yzora.

I need to run some further tests. There are a few pack members that have lost mates when Sarah was taken and Dad got his injury. I should probably give it to them. It will remove their pain and I can monitor the results. If successful, it could help Kara, but it is more for removing the bond, not a mark specifically. Most mates who lose their other half tend to want to keep their marks just remove the pain.

Murong Cheng made a gesture to undo his belt. Mu Zi angrily pushed him down, "You asshole! You're the one who kills the scenery the most!" Murong Cheng laughed loudly, pounced back and pressed Mu Zi underneath a burst of wild kisses. Mu Zi struggled, but was held by Murong Cheng's hands. Wooden floor covered with snow-white rabbit fleece blanket, soft and warm, and Mu Zi scattered black hair reflecting each other, like a black and white ink painting, and she is the siren in the painting, under him exudes sweet shyness, like the purest colors, blossom the most extreme enchantment.