Obanai Mark Novels & Stories

Reid dropped to his knees beside the corpse, fingers brushing the man’s throat. “He’s dead,” he said grimly. “F**k,” Juno breathed. “We need to inform the Alpha. Right now.” Reid’s eyes narrowed. He leaned in closer, pulling back the collar to examine the wound. “F**king bloodsuckers,” he growled. “They did this.” Juno hesitated. “Are you sure?” “Look at his neck.” Reid pointed. “Those are vampire marks. Fang marks.” But Juno’s gaze travelled lower—her brows furrowed.

Cain pointed at Eiji who just finished placing their dessert in front of them. "That is right Mr. Cain also please do not call me chef, I'm not that qualified to be called a chef yet. So please do just call me by my name or surname. Without further ado, I would like to greet the two of you Mr. Cain and Ms. Miranda a Happy Anniversary please enjoy your dessert 'Rosa Rocher'" Said Eiji as he lifted the dome of the plate after telling Cain what he should call him. He has long wanted to say that to Cain ever since he heard him call him a chef.

His gang watch on awe and gasp when a brooding tall guy shows up from behind. I gasp, astounded when I set my eyes on him. Orion Blackwood. The Top Star of the SGBC. Why is he here? "Y….you!" Orion chuckles at the rouges' expression. They don't expect him to show up even as I didn't too. "Carry that rascal of your hero…." He gestures at Dan who is groaning on the ground. "and get out of here before I give you a reason to leave the town completely."

Dalton called trying to get my mother's attention I don't think it working. "Do you want to know how you got that mark on your back"? She asked me still boiling in annoyance. The mark on my back, it looks cool so I don't know why she is bringing it up. When I asked her about the mark she told me it was a birth mark, I found it so cool because it looks like a dog foot print and my friends finds it cool, and looks exactly like a tattoos. So I don't understand how my birth mark relate with my father.

The man looked into Markus' eyes with determination. “Then I shall be a Febrez, and grant her the best future.” Markus smiled. Then he put his hands on Cai's shoulders and left their place in the cold balcony to the tables inside. “If you are decided, then we should ask from the experts.” “Markus!” the man waved happily at them. “Seems like the business is hot there.” “Old pal! Let me acquaint you with my sworn brother, Cai Wimhadracin. Cai, this is the Tradiskano.”

"You’ve bound him to you. A Syndicate mark. He’s yours now, in more ways than one." "I didn't choose this," Cassius spat, though he didn't look away. "You did," Malakai interjected from the door, his expression grim. "Whether you were in your right mind or not, the mark is there. You’ve just made a permanent enemy your property." "Sir, I’m begging you," Amira, the maid, gripped the edge of the desk in the admin office, her knuckles white. "He’s been gone for three days. Where is Obi?"

Alone. Marked.