Mohawk Mark Harem Novels & Stories

“How did you get this?” “I’ve…always had it,” I said breathlessly, my excitement growing. “This is the mark of an ancient coven. Of Jerusalem. A secret coven, one of extreme power. One rumored to have relations with…wolves. And rumored to not even exist. How do you own this?” I felt my heart pounding. “I….don’t know. I was told it was my father’s. I…hadn’t even thought of it.” He turned it over gently, looking at the back. His eyes opened wide.

“Because in Havermouth, people are very intolerant of what they consider to be deviant sexual behavior.” “Three guys f-king one girl at the same time are a bunch of studs, but if they also f-k each other, they’re deviant?” She paraphrased. “God, people are f-ked up. Girls can’t ever win, can they? We’re always prudes or sluts. There is no such thing as an acceptable level of sexual behavior for us. I mean no one’s out there going, you go girl, three guys, wow, you must be good in bed. You’re not my… my… harem,” she enjoyed that word, grinning around it. “No, you’re not my harem. I’m the Triquetra’s slut though. That’s not really very fair, is it?”

I turned and walked back to my car, holding my parents' urn. As I pushed open the oak door of the Ironclaw packhouse, Madison's voice pierced my ears. "When are you going to reject that woman? Hazel's back. She's from the Bluemoon pack and is a female captain now! When are you going to mark her?" "Hazel and I are just friends. I won't mark her," Kelsey's cedar scent was as calm as if he were discussing stored meat in the pack warehouse. "Just friends? Everyone knows only you can smell Hazel's mating pheromones!" Hattie interjected, her partial Alpha aura pressing down on the stone table, making the cups clink.

Of course, whoever was with the woman probably needed somewhere nice to sit as it took a while with this sort of thing. “You and me both” she said, “but I gotta say some of those looked alright, we definitely haven’t found YOUR dress yet.” She wasn’t wrong, some of them had been decent enough, but none that really won me over. Exasperated I shook out my low ponytail, twisted my hair, and shoved it up into a sloppy bun on the top of my head. I heard a gasp and turned to see the saleslady staring at me. I realized, belatedly, that my tattoo was visible. In the mob, or mafia as it was typically called, we had distinguishing marks; one of the most frequent being strategically placed tattoos. Thi

However, as Ariel took a step closer to Julian and opened her mouth to speak, the words completely died in her throat. Suddenly, her entire body went numb. The smug, victorious smile on her face froze, and her eyes widened in absolute, paralyzing horror as her gaze zeroed in on the right side of Julian's neck. Julian’s shirt collar was slightly loose from when he had hurriedly dressed, exposing the smooth skin of his collarbone and neck. And right there, stark and undeniably clear against his tan skin, was a deep, dark purple mark. It was a hickey. And it was incredibly fresh.

Fiore sits in a high chair, babbling happily and grabbing at her food with chubby fists. Katana breaks the gentle hum of conversation with news that catches us all off guard. “Mark will be leaving soon to study abroad,” she announces, her tone a mix of pride and sadness. Annizah’s face falls. “Oh, Mark, we’ll miss you.” “I’ll miss you too, Annizah,” he replies, smiling warmly at her. “But it’s an opportunity I can’t pass up.” Katana reaches over and pats Annizah’s hand. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay here and help with Fiore.”

The only other one that we had seen or even heard of having colour were the twin and Heather’s marks, but then their marks were on a whole other level again. “That is now three sets of marks that are very unique,” Mona said. “Three.” Quinn and I said at the same time. That is when April and Kyle walked in. I hadn’t even thought about looking at their marks until now. “Pumpkin, come here and show Meg and Quinn your mark,” Aaron said waving April over. The mark was of a wolf sitting on its hunches howling at the moon, it was outlined in silver like ours, but there appeared to be flecks of silver through it which gave the appearance of falling snow as the light hit it at different angles.

I asked. "Gave you a hickey." He announced happily before getting off of me and running out the door. I looked at the door in shock. I stood up and walked in front of the mirror. Low and behold, there's a purple mark that's starting to form on my skin. I'll get him back for this. I don't know how, but I sure will.

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

This wasn’t the case during my father's time, but she didn’t hold back from the moment I stepped into the role of the Alpha. However, this time her telling off my father had crossed the boundary. "You look like you're planning a murder," Vladimir remarked dryly, breaking the silence. “I want to,” I muttered. "That bad?” He knew the situation, but Vlad’s thought process was different. I didn’t reply as my jaw tightened. Twenty minutes later, our car rolled inside the Black Estate. Moira's house sat near the northern edge of Pack territory. It was an older mansion surrounded by trees and enough security to make it look more like an alpha’s house than an Elder’s.