Mohawk Mark Harem Novels & Stories

Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying. “You sure about that, boss?” he asked. “Symbol lights up, you touch it, you get branded. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘nothing’ to me.” “Keep your eyes on the road,” I replied. “I am.” He wasn’t. Not entirely. None of us had expected the Mark to react like that. We’d seen sketches, blurry photos smuggled out by the undercover asset I’d planted in the sect months ago. Some cultists had symbols tattooed on them, carved into the walls, painted in blood.

Then continued. "Yes," I said. "Good," Sera said. Not unkindly. "Use it." They finished the dress. Then the hair. Pulled back. Severe. The mate mark completely exposed at my neck. No jewelry. No softening. Just — the mark. Visible. Undeniable. Let them see exactly what I was walking in as. One of the younger maids held up something small. A vial. Dark glass. Stoppered with wax. "For the bloodsharing," Sera said. "You'll know when."

“Where have you been all these years?” “I’ve been hunting.” “Hunting who?” “The people who bought children from Black Hollow.” Silence. “I’ve spent twenty-three years dismantling their network.” Marco looked impressed. “Alone?” Grace smiled faintly. “Not exactly.” She gestured behind her. The men and women in unmarked tactical uniforms removed their helmets one by one. There were twelve of them. Different ages. Different nationalities. Different faces. But every one of them carried the same crescent-shaped birthmark.

“I saw the rogues with my own eyes. They had the same markings as all of you here.” Marek’s jaw tightened with a frown. He looked toward the sky, where the sun was beginning to set. “That’s actually the reason we are here,” Marek said, his voice cold and ominous. “I want Rowan to give me an explanation as to why someone from his pack paid mercenaries to disguise as my people and attacked his own pack.”

JASMINE POV The moment Alpha Maverick slows down, my stomach twists painfully with nerves. “We’re here,” his deep voice says quietly. I slowly lift my head from where I had rested against his fur during the journey, and my breath catches immediately. In front of us stands a massive pack territory surrounded by towering stone walls covered in silver markings. The gates alone are twice the size of the ones back in my pack. Warriors stand guard at the entrance, dressed in black leather with the symbol of a crescent moon stitched into their uniforms.

Because the woman I want to be buried in has made it her sole purpose to drag me to the brink of insanity. She knew I couldn’t have her against her will. I was many things, that was for sure. But I wasn’t a rapist. A little part of me wanted to storm down to the harem and have any of my whores. But I did not want any of them. All I want is her. The heat moon is set to hit the skies a few nights from now. It was a night of lust and absolute chaos. A night without rules or control. It was due to the heat moon that I even created the harem in the first place. The first time the sinful moon manifested its powers on me, I went on a fucking spree.

Christian remove his shirt and show her the tattoo on his left shoulder. "What are you trying to say?" "You see this mark? This is the mark of the secret organizations of witch Hunters and Vampire slayers. although we don't have issues with werewolves we deal with them in case to case basis." Mira was shocked to realized that the mark she is seeing on his shoulders are the sign that will draw them apart and make them mortal enemies

Will she be tied to Marky now, be mated to someone she doesn't want? While Haria was sobbing, Marky suddenly arrived, together with General Parks. Jomer immediately faced them. He did not confront Marky anymore for taking Haria away as they've come to a new agreement now. Marky felt somewhat happy inside because of the new agreement, the mating process between him and Haria. But they shouldn't have noticed that he really planned to get Haria's trust. That helping Haria escape from the mansion was part of his plans. So he needs to act naturally in front of them as if he was innocent.

Hilena can sell the storage bag and replace it with a storage bag that has a large size in storage even though the quality is only middle-level. Marek saw that Hilena didn't need to tidy up her things because she seemed to have had a storage bag that seemed quite large. Marek turned into a big wolf that was twice as big as an adult horse. This man invited Hilena to sit on his furry silver wolf-back. Only the mate of a werebeast race was allowed by a werebeast to sit on their back. Marek was happy to allow Hilena to sit on his back even when they were still not official mates. The privileges his mate can have, Marek wants to give it prior before they become official mates.