My Little Pony: Make Your Mark Chapter 7 Novels & Stories

Matilda swallowed hard and tried standing up, but he pulled her back to the couch. “I know how scared you must be, but I'm also aware of how much you seek popularity and once I become the Alpha… I will certainly fulfill your wish” Mark muttered and trailed his finger on her face which hadn't aged. “I just need your help in creating an undefeatable force. We require more of that potion and spells from you, I wanted to build an army of the dead” Mark said with a mischievous smile. “An army of what!” “We require forces that Kingston can't kill, and you will help me in making them, but first, let's find Phoebe,” Mark replied and released her arm.

“Yikes. This sounds…so interesting.” “It doesn’t have to be interesting. It just has to tell me how to get rid of a mate mark.” She opened to the first page, looking at the table of contents. Liam pointed to chapter twelve, which was tilted, ‘The Mate Mark.’ “Bingo,” Liam said. Elaine smiled at him before flipping to the chapter. They began to skim it together, searching for anything useful about removing a mark. So far, nothing. It wasn’t an encouraging start. It mostly listed the effects of a mark.

I state confidently as I stand up from petting Cas. Death stands from his throne and walks over to me. He places his hand on my shoulder. I can’t see his face, but somehow I have a feeling I don’t want to. So I stare deeply into his glowing silver orbs. Death begins to chant in his own language. It's a language that I have studied and yet barely know. My back begins to burn as I feel the marking begin to form. Dad grabs my hand and lets me squeeze his hand tightly as the burning intensifies as Death continues his chant. The minute Death stops chanting, the burning stops, and the mark is set in place.

I whispered, "my mark will set you free." As I stood before Ray, my heart pounded in anticipation. As I leaned in, my canine teeth lengthened, ready to leave my mark. Ray's pulse quickened, his breathing synchronized with mine. Our hearts beat as one. The moment my teeth pierced his skin, a rush of instinct coursed through me. My alpha senses came alive, attuning to Ray's every response.

Closing my eyes, I let my tears roll down my cheek, "Unmark me. And when I come back, mark me again. I'm your Luna, I'm your mate." She said and kissed my tears away, "Let me be stronger for you." Very slowly, I lowered my lip to her mark and softly kissed the skin as I opened my mouth.

To stick to him like his shadow. Because you are his mate now. He's marked you. What's up with this voice in my head? The mark! He marked last night. I ran back to the mirror, pulling down my shirt to look at the mark. “Wow,” I looked in amazement. So does that mean I'm officially his Luna? His mate? But what about the elders then? A knock was heard on the door and I went to see who it was.

A small smile graced my lips one final time before I blacked out completely. He had marked me, Lewis had given me his mark and I actually welcomed it. Now, even in death, the entire world would know that I had chosen Lewis, I had accepted a wolf as my mate, and it wasn't the king. I was happy and pain free as I allowed death to greet me, with an accepting embrace. \------------------------ **The final chapter of this story will be chapter 200, I can't thank you all enough for the support you have given me throughout the completion of this story. I hope I can do the final 11 chapters Justice.**

Too deep. I forced myself to calm down, closing my eyes again to summon the energy for a healing spell. The familiar pull of magic coursed through me, but it felt darker this time, heavier. My voice was steady, commanding the energy to bind her wounds and restore her strength. A faint glow surrounded her, and I could feel the magic working, stitching her back together When I opened my eyes, the wounds on her neck were gone, her features soft and peaceful. But then I saw it. My mark was still there, but something was wrong. Black veins snaked outward from it like tiny, twisted roots. My stomach tightened. What the hell was that?

We leave without a single look back. We’re halfway across the clearing when Arin suddenly grabs my leg like he’s trying to stop a car. “Hey, what’s-” But he’s not looking at me. He’s staring into the trees. Completely still. Like he’s listening to someone. His palm starts glowing again. That pale silver. Quiet but bright enough to make my stomach drop. “Mama…” he whispers. “He’s still calling.” The world literally tilts. Before I can say one goddamn thing, His mark explodes in light. So bright it burns. And everything goes white.

Marry did not know how to describe the feeling from Calantha's side. “I’m feeling short of breath and angry. I can't smell your body, but it makes me feel like that." Calantha heard Marry's vague descriptions of why people had avoided her. She touched the anthology position on her neck, which must have been marked by Marcus. She couldn't understand the reason. When she saw her good friend still staring at her with eyes full of curiosity, Calantha was about to make an excuse to let it go, but she didn't feel that it was right. She sighed and briefly told Mary what she had encountered that day, from accidentally having gone into arousal to having had a temporary mark from an alpha.