Scratch Marks Novels & Stories

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 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.

The little bundle of nerves, which made her lose her mind without fail. I pressed my finger against it and moved hard and fast, in a circular motion. Scarlett's screams increased and echoed through the room, her nails digging into the flesh on my back, leaving burning scratch marks in their wake, but I couldn’t care. In fact, it made me more excited.

~Abella I sit in front of the fire, staring at his wrist. The scars are silvery, precise lines leading up to a point in the centre, the deepest crimson red lingering in a circle under his skin. When I look down at my mark, my flesh almost completely torn to shreds, I can’t imagine how it will eventually form this very specific mark. I can’t imagine even sharing a mark with Noah in the first place.

He shuts off his radio before I could reply and I screamed in frustration, stomping my feet in the dirt and causing dust to rise into the air. Coughing, I wave my hand in front of my face and let out a long sigh. There's no use being irritated, the sooner I finish this, the sooner I can get out of here and get that bloody video deleted. Continuing forward, I walk closer to the walls and found the scratches he told me about, on the walls are small X marks scratched onto a brick. Counting down each passage I walk past, I take a left turn and found another scratch on the wall across.

He said, "Ms. Stanton, the company's legal and audit departments, along with the external legal team, are all ready. All evidence you instructed us to gather has been notarized and secured. The criminal complaint was filed with the local police department at 9:00 am today." He paused briefly and turned to look at Dexter, whose face had gone deathly pale. "Also, the damage assessment report from the auto shop for your scratched pink Rolls-Royce Phantom has been completed. "The car has a fully customized factory paint finish, and only three cars with this finish were ever produced worldwide. The paint restoration alone will cost 120 thousand dollars."

"Kar... what are these?" There were marks all over my thighs. Cut marks. Some were old, some were healing, and some were fresh. "Nothing, I just scratched myself," I muttered quickly, too quickly. "These don’t look like nothing," his tone was stern. "How long have you been doing this?" "They're nothing, really," "Kara," "Cole, it's fine. It's just a little scratch," I said again, but he didn't believe me even for a bit. "Since when?" he said again.

Missing years. Inside the classroom Elias moved closer again. “Remove the top layer.” Marcus looked at him. “You think something is underneath.” “I know something is.” Ronan said nothing. That alone felt like agreement. The technician sprayed solution carefully across the wall. Dark ink began to soften. The recent marker blurred slightly. Not enough to erase. Enough to expose pressure beneath. Everyone watched. Lines appeared. Broken. Uneven. Older. Marcus leaned forward. “What is that?” The technician narrowed her eyes.

Maybe that’s why the servants weren’t wandering around? “Are we sure this is it? I mean, can you read any of this to confirm this is the correct spot?” Michael asked his mate, seeing what looked like random scratches in the rocks before him. To him, it could have been animal scratches or natural wear in the rocks. But he didn’t like how Ebony pawed at the marks and stared at them as if she were listening to something. Or someone, and that disturbed him greatly. At least his mate didn’t paw at them.