Mitsuri Marked Novels & Stories

said the reporter. I twisted a bit and slowly lowered the blanket from my face, glancing toward the television. The symbol that flashed across the screen caused me to catch my breath. An obsidian circle with a crimson flame in the center. The exact mark from a box in Misty's room.

Mandy excitedly jumped, wanting me to show them my new mark. Giggling, I moved my hair aside, showing off my new mark, making everyone looking at it in admiration. Marcus looked proud as he showed the exact same mark I had on his shoulder, a mark showing a black wolf standing on a rock above the ocean with a mermaid rising from the ocean as they were wrapped in the big white moon shining above them. "O, my Goddess. It is beautiful." Lizzy said, not being able to stop looking at my mark. "Well, it was about time you two." Damon said, slapping Marcus on his back, "But my warning stays, hurt her and you will experience my rage."

This attack needs to be a surprise, catching him off guard. Entering the tent, I find Cole engrossed in studying the map, his attention so intense that he remains oblivious to my presence. As I draw nearer, my eyes catch a glimpse of a mark on his neck, initially resembling a hickey or a playful “promise bite” as we teasingly refer to them. However, upon closer inspection, I discern that it is no mere hickey, but a profound mate mark.

My fur wasn't the dull brown of the Sandwell line; it was a shimmering, radiant silver that caught the moonlight, glowing like liquid starlight. "Oh, Goddess," Beatriz whispered, her hands over her mouth. "Aella... you're beautiful." But as I stepped toward a small, crystalline pool fed by a mountain spring, I saw the mark. Around my neck, hidden beneath the thick silver fur, were two deep, indelible lines etched in a pulsing violet light. The first line was jagged, sliced clean down the middle as if a blade had tried to sever my throat. It was the mark of the Rejection.

The only thing is… this contract has only one condition. He paused here for a moment and the pages he was flipping stopped. Murea: I found it. He put the book on the table in front of him and faced it towards us for us to see. Murea: This is the exact symbol, isn't it? True. The circular marking on Kiri's neck had the exact same marking as the one here. It was in even more detail in the book. It looked like the markings in my eyes if I had to compare it... but not quite. There were too many details I could not pinpoint or recognize.

“And how does that involve us?” I turned to Ghost. “You said something before. A mark?” Ghost hesitated. “Yes, sir. The file we dug from their network — they mentioned a mark shaped like a fox tail. Kitsune symbol. Said it’s connected to a woman.” Ghost looked down. “Katarina.” The air in the warehouse seemed to stop. “What did you say?” I asked quietly. “The mark on her shoulder. The one shaped like a curve of flame? It’s a kitsune sigil. Matches their records exactly.”

"Actually, I think I found something. I'm not sure what it is yet, but I think I'l know what it is soon. "Have you read about the mark yet?" She asked and I remembered her asking me about a mark after I had shown her my tiger. "Not yet, but can you tell me about it?" Mitchelle smiled. "Let me see your neck please." I lifted my hair and she took a look. "Just as I had thought. See, you haven't mated yet, but you will. When you do, you'll bear a mark resembling the sun and moon conjoined. I've only ever seen it in a book, but it's beautiful." I nodded.

“Come on, we need to talk to her.” We found Elder Morrigan in her chambers, as if she had been expecting us. “You found the old records,” she said before we could speak. “Good, you are ready to hear the rest.” “The rest of what?” I asked. “The truth about Midnight's Mark.” “The mark does not appear randomly. It appears when a pack faces a threat so large that normal pack bonds will not be enough to survive. The Moon Goddess marks two wolves, one who can fight physically, one who can unite emotionally. Together, they become the pack's salvation.”

I move closer, drawn by something I don't understand, my fear momentarily eclipsed by fascination. The carvings are beautiful and terrible. Wolves with their heads thrown back in silent howls. Crescent moons in various phases, waxing and waning across the stone surface. Symbols I don't recognize but that make something deep in my chest tighten with recognition. How can I recognize something I've never seen before?

But this time, there was something new. A mark burned into the wood near the back — a spiral surrounded by claw lines. Kellen crouched to examine it. His brows furrowed. “This wasn’t here before.” I knelt beside him. “You think it’s one of theirs?” He nodded slowly. “The Matriarch’s sigil. She’s been marking territory.” Lira frowned. “Then why leave it unguarded?” Kellen rose, scanning the shadows. “Because she wants us here.”