Muichiro Marked Novels & Stories

Mark looked around then furtively picked it up. Luis Camacho 189 Minnieford Avenue, City Island, New York, 10464 Date of birth 1-12-77 He threw it back down on the bar and almost ran out. There was no need to write it down. It was already memorized. After he left the Luxor, he drove home to his subdivision on a quiet six-unit cul-de-sac. The patio house was a pleas- ant off-white stucco with an orange tile roof. It sat on a small

Michael raises his eyebrow in anticipation . " Is .. this " I pull the shirt at my neck to the side to give a better view . " A mark ? " I ask . Michael growls , clenching his fists . " He was going to mark you without permission ? " He sighs , slapping his hand against his face and keeping it there for a few seconds . He looks down . " Don't worry . That's not deep enough to be a claim mark . You're safe . " Michael mutters assuringly . His thoughts seem to be elsewhere.

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

He stopped. "Didn't realize what?" His eyes met mine. Dark. Haunted. "That once you're marked, leaving isn't simple anymore." The words hung in the air. Heavy with implication. "What does that mean?" "It means the bond changes you." His voice dropped. "Makes separation painful. Difficult. The mark isn't just a symbol, Della. It's a connection. And breaking it—" He looked away. "It has consequences." "What kind of consequences?" "The kind that make leaving almost impossible." His jaw was so tight I thought it might break. "The kind Victoria didn't understand until it was too late."

“At least, the hatred part, not the avoidance. I’m grateful for it.” Dorian laughs at that, pulling my tray towards him. He’s managed to scarf down his food and never has a problem eating my halfway eaten leftovers. “By the way, Cardenas is back and wants you in his office after advanced class.” I get a whiplash from how fast I turn to look at Dorian. He laughs breezily, enjoying my dismay. “Cool it. He probably still needs your help with the books.”

“I’ll talk! Just… just. .. don’t hurt my son.” Adrian slowly lifted the dagger away from Lucien’s neck, but kept it in his hand, twirling it like a toy. “Go on,” he said. “Tell them everything.” Queen Agatha swallowed hard. Her eyes darted between Nyssa, Elder Albert, and Lucien. She shut her eyes for a moment, gathering strength, then said in a small voice “The late Alpha Mark….. he used to sleep around. You know this. Everyone knew this. But what most people don’t know is that he always forced the women to drink special herbs afterward to prevent pregnancy.” Her eyes clouded with shame. “But somehow Bianca…… she got pregnant.”

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”

Marco smiled and said, "That's my girl. Now, call your aunt because we need to perform a locator spell, but first, I must see Zion to understand what exactly occurred." Marco reached the location where Zion and his mother were spending the weekend. Approaching the room, he hesitated, debating whether to knock, wary of a potential setup. As he contemplated returning to his car to mind-link Zion, Zion emerged, clearing his throat. Marco chuckled, "I was just about to mind-link you. Do you grasp the peril of this mission? If it's a trap, we might not make it out alive." Zion offered a reassuring smile, acknowledging Marco's apprehension, and welcomed him inside.

Miceli, Markus’ right-hand man, slid out of the driver’s side, nodding at me. If Klaus had Ghost, Markus had Miceli. A burly guy with a soft smile that could fool anyone who didn’t know him. He’s as brutal as Markus. I haven’t seen him in action, but the stories I heard about their team never failed to raise goosebumps on my skin. Miceli’s eyes did a quick sweep of the perimeter as Markus emerged from the passenger side. ~~ The brewed coffee’s hushed drip on the mug starkly contrasted with the drumming in my chest.

Mark and Alasdair felt like the duo were both speaking different languages since they understood nothing. Micah thought for few seconds and remembered whom Joanna was talking about. It was none other than the same little girl with a strange mark on her forehead whom he saw in the picture. "Don't worry, you will. I'll help you out now. We'll both do it together," He assured.