Scratch Marks Novels & Stories

He lifted the compass gently from its velvet bed. The needle trembled. Turned. Settled. North. Always north. He examined the brass casing. "There are scratches." Mara stepped closer. "Where?" He angled it beneath the light. Along the back, faint marks interrupted the polished surface. Not accidental. Intentional. Tiny. Almost invisible. Edwin accepted the compass carefully. His thumb brushed across the scratches. "They're letters." Mara immediately produced a magnifying lens from her bag. Nobody questioned why she happened to have one.

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

My cheeks burn as I realize he has stayed by my side all night. I slowly peel myself away from him, careful not to disturb him or draw attention to myself. I wrap myself in a small blanket and quietly slip out of the room. Once I get back to my room, I quickly stand in front of a mirror so I can look at my body. My heart races as I look at the spot where Alpha Xavier marked me. The marking is a series of intricate, swirling patterns etched into my skin, dark against its paleness. They shimmer in the soft light of my room, seeming to hold a life of their own.

Once both parties have accepted this contract, for unknown and mysterious reasons, markings will appear on both of the Mates bodies called Mating Marks. MATING MARKS- Intricate bands made from the darkened raising of freckles on the Skin after two Shifters have become Mates. The Marks often appear around the right and left wrist, or the left and right ankle. It is believed to symbolize a shackle or a sealed contract between the two Mates. And it is also believed that a supernatural reaction between the two lovers causes the freckles to appear.

I ordered, voice barely above a whisper but firm, echoing in the space like a defiant tide. Jake groaned, annoyance creasing his brow. "Still, it's not sinking in," he grumbled, reluctantly shifting aside while casting a perplexed glance at the floor. His retort faded into the peripheral background as I knelt, the marks in the dirt pulling me into their silent narrative. There, inscribed into the earth, were lines etched with deliberate intensity—paths of desperation, records of time gone unnoticed. Five lines, each slashed across by a sixth, formed the unmistakable symbols of counting, stark against the dust.

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.

“Oh my gosh, Cecil, that’s adorable! It really does look like a little ink splatter like I heard. How did you even notice that?” The little black ink splatter was the pack mark that appeared on newborn children, a unique and fleeting symbol of their early days. It looked like a delicate splash of ink behind Camden’s ear, marking him as part of the berrywoods pack. This mark was something all newborns in their pack received, a small but significant identifier that linked them to their heritage.

Camilla frowned, inspecting Scarlett from head to toe, making her confused and cringy with every single word! 'What the hell she is trying to do!?' Scar thought and the motive was clear to her, when the next second she just said, "Oh! What are these marks on your neck, Scarlett? They..." She paused for a second as if she was trying to figure it out. "Oh, they look like hickeys! Recent one!" Scarlett gasped and looked down at her. 'Shit!' She cursed inaudibly. She just hide those hickeys with makeup but the bloody makeup just decided to betray her the moment she needed them! Now the hickeys were very much visible.