Sinister Mark Fanart Novels & Stories

Marcus said his eyebrow lifting and I could almost feel the warning he was sending Sin. Sin, I could understand why he was called that. He looked like a walking sin, his long lean legs encased in tight black leather pants. His white button up shirt held closed by two buttons, when he turned I could see the brief glimpse of toned, taunt muscles. He had on a silver chain from his neck with a symbol I knew. The curving design that let me know he already had a master. “Pity, you always get the pretty ones.” He said with a shrug as his attention shifted back to Marcus.

Her hair fell in a heavy, dark sheet over shoulders wrapped in some kind of fur‑lined cloak, though no frost touched her bare throat. Her eyes… They were wrong. Colorless around the iris, the pupils too dark, too deep, like looking into a well you couldn’t see the bottom of. Her lips were a blood‑dark red, curved into a smile that didn’t reach those eyes. And at the base of her throat, half hidden by the edge of her cloak, I saw it. A mark. Faint, like a bruise whose edges had blurred. Three lines in a circle. Lucian’s curse sigil.

another added. "Everyone in the pack knows the Alpha only has eyes for Sabrina. Look at all those gems on her dress... Each one is priceless! Only Sabrina could make the Alpha put in this much effort." I stood in the corner silently listening, not saying a word. Soon, Sabrina walked over smugly, her eyes full of disdain as she spat, "So you're the one who organized this party for me? No wonder it's so sloppy. You didn't even lay down a carpet for me. My feet are killing me from walking on this hard marble in heels."

She just hopes and prays he doesn't mark her. "Get off his back" he heard the voice of his alpha in his head, he growl back at the alpha, if the monster doesn't drop his daughter he his not backing off. The alpha was forced to use his power to compel him to stop. He trys to revert the force of the power against him but he stumbled to the alpha's power. Senseing the weight lifted from his back, the monster turned to face the the pack of wolves at the entrance of the room with the alpha standing in human form holding a gun that he knew for sure shoot sliver. The beast growl in disapproval, there is only one way he could eat his cake and have it. He placed the newborn on the floor, he looked in

"You are Mine" He murmured across my skin. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. "Kirsten, you are mine and only mine, you understand?" Kirsten Saunders had a pretty rough life. After being heartbroken and betrayed by both her father and boyfriend, Kirsten moves to a small town to find the comfort of her mother.

Revelation after revelation, each one a silver blade twisting in my heart. Tears blurred my vision. I bit my lip hard, suppressing the sobs that threatened to escape. I was a plaything, the most convenient weapon at his side, but never his love. All I wanted now was to delete those intimate memories that might have already been spread. But when I tried to search for them in his mind, I was blocked by a powerful Alpha's mental wall. I couldn't touch those humiliating "collections" at all. I placed Selena's photo back where I found it, my heart as cold and dead as ice.

Its surface rippled like water disturbed by an unseen hand. “…and so it shall again.” The whisper licked across her skin. A shiver raced down her spine. She pressed her palm to her stomach, instinctively protective—and gasped. Beneath her hand, something flared. Not the gentle warmth of life she had come to know, but a sudden, searing heat that cut through her like a blade of light. “Kilian…” she whispered, voice trembling. The mark appeared as if drawn by invisible fire—thin lines of silver and black tracing across her skin in a shape she could not yet understand. A crescent, yes, but shadowed. Imperfect. The light and dark interlocked like two halves of a wound.

My fingers clawed at the fabric, tearing it open until the light burned clear and bright. A mark. Etched into the flesh just below my collarbone, glowing faintly like molten metal. It wasn’t static—it moved, the sigil twisting as if alive, forming and reforming itself with each breath I took. “Cain,” I whispered, voice trembling despite myself. “What is this?” He froze. For once, the unshakable Alpha looked unmoored. His gaze locked on the mark, pupils contracting sharply. “Don’t move,” he said, low, controlled, but I could feel the panic buried beneath.

My chest tightened, my pulse thrumming so hard it shook through my bones. “No…” I whispered, shaking my head. “That can’t…” But even as I said it, I could feel it. The bond humming under my skin like a second heartbeat. The bite on my neck tingling, heat radiating from it as though the mark itself was alive. Something was different. Something was shifting. Mariah squeezed my hand, her eyes shimmering with awe. “Astria… just look. Please.”

WHO is he and is he single? Me: It’s not like that. It’s Link. The Alpha. He kissed me. Marcy: WAIT. AS IN THE LINK? You mean emotionally constipated, jawline-of-death Link?? Me: That one. Marcy: Is it consensual or fated-mate weird? Me: ...both. Marcy: You’re either in a werewolf soap opera or someone needs to put you on a watchlist. I laughed despite myself. But my hand trembled. Me: There’s a mark. On my skin. I think it means something.