Mohawk Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

His jaw tightened as if contemplating something dangerous. "The Moonmark," he said finally. "It’s real. And you’re the key." Sena felt a chill run down her spine, but it wasn’t from fear—it was from something deeper, something more instinctual. The Moonmark. She had heard the legends, of course, the stories passed down through whispers in the dark. The mark of the Goddess, the symbol of power, of leadership. But she had always thought it was just a myth. An old tale told to keep the Mute Wolves in line, to remind them of their place.

“But you see, they never get away with it. Ours is the oldest and strongest coven in this land. No one kills here and gets away with it.” “So I ask again: who sent you? When do they plan to invade?” Territory? Invasions? I couldn’t understand how I was not dreaming. Maybe I had been slipped some sort of drug. Maybe Jonah had slipped me something. But I didn’t drink. And I never did drugs. I was not dreaming. This was real. Too awfully, incredibly real.

Luca could tell she was still surprised. "I don't think you need to cover them up." Luca looked over at her, sliding his hand across the seat and hoping she wouldn't pull away as he took her hand. Tentatively she let her fingers intertwine with his, their hands resting, together, on her leg. "I mean, you can if you want to, but in our culture our scars show our strength and Dani you've been through so much and you've come out as an amazing strong woman who the Moon Goddess obviously thinks is worthy to be Luna of the greatest pack in North America. Those silvery scars represent pain, yes, but they also show that you are a survivor."

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

“Gosh, this was a new shirt!” “Don’t you have a washing machine?” I asked between laughs. “Babe, the expensive stuff doesn’t matter. All I want is you,” he said and pouted. I laughed again. I was really having fun with Jarred and the Stone Pack. Yes, you heard me, the Stone Pack. Jarred, Abigail, Charles, Dustin, and Alex made it up. I guess this school runs in packs, not ‘groups’ or ‘cliques’. I asked Jarred why they called themselves ‘a pack’, but he laughed at me like I was crazy.

As I strip myself off my clothes and stand in front of the mirror, my eyes move to the mark on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. A small red crescent moon - A mate mark. It's glowing again. It's been glowing for the past few days and I don't know what it means. It not only glows but it burns too like a hot iron rod is pressed on that spot and no one is pulling it away. It's painful. When I was born, this mark was already on my neck. According to my brother, everyone in my pack was in a dilemma. What was I? A curse? A blessing? An Abomination?

“Smart girl. But you still came running. Because deep down you know he is the only one strong enough to keep you alive when the real wolves come.” Milrac pulled me back against him, chest to my back, one hand splayed low on my stomach. The heat of his palm burned through the thin fabric. “Enough talk. The mark happens now. On my terms.” The rogue leader raised a hand. “Public. Teeth in flesh. We film it live. Or the old woman gets the needle.” Milrac turned me in his arms until we faced each other. The bridge lights cast shadows across his face, sharpening the scar through his eyebrow. His stormy eyes had gone full gold.

I turned my head to the side to glance at the picture of my soccer team and I thought about the upcoming game which would declare our team as the all-time champions. Eventually, I got up and took a shower to wake myself up properly. I fumbled around my draws for a bandage and used it to hide the mark which was unique to the Ivashkov name. It was a mark that people would recognise if they saw it. It was something that was placed on each child of the Ivashkov family regardless of whether they were Moroi or dhampir because of our lack in numbers. It was a good thing that there was such a rigorous training yesterday. That way, I could use an injury as the excuse for the bandage. The mark was on

The man answered, “I am Alpha Roman Addams from The Blood Mountain Pack. I don’t care if you’re marked. Once I mark you his mark will disappear.” I shook my head, “Not going to happen asshole.” I stomped his foot as hard as I could. I heard bones breaking and the alpha yelled as he let go of me. I quickly moved away from him and tried to get away, but he lunged for me and landed just behind me, reaching to put his arm around my neck. I grabbed his arm and flipped him over my back.

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