Sinister Mark Fanart Novels & Stories

Though the more terrifying thought- perhaps I was just doing better? It had been a while since I had been to a club myself. Perhaps I could do this with three birds and one stone instead. Perhaps I could get my d*ck wet while also being lectured and getting my questions answered. I found myself growing eager for tonight's events. While I wasn't exactly looking forward to my brother scolding me. I was looking forward to finding a hot new mark. I like to think of my conquests as marks. Similar to a hitman. I find the person I want, then make them want to come with me. I've never been denied once. I have fame and good looks to thank for that. I know I probably come off as being vain, but in act

Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying. “You sure about that, boss?” he asked. “Symbol lights up, you touch it, you get branded. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘nothing’ to me.” “Keep your eyes on the road,” I replied. “I am.” He wasn’t. Not entirely. None of us had expected the Mark to react like that. We’d seen sketches, blurry photos smuggled out by the undercover asset I’d planted in the sect months ago. Some cultists had symbols tattooed on them, carved into the walls, painted in blood.

I sprayed a little perfume, nothing too strong, and ran my fingers through my wet hair before stepping out. As I walked through the hall, I looked from a distance and saw a very huge picture, having so many colors, but it wasn’t really clear, so I stepped closer to have a look. It was a portrait of Lycan Eric and Luna Eva, looking formidable in their attire, with a small boy standing between them. Aiden. Even as a child, he looked so strong and proud. I couldn’t help but blush, he looked so adorable. It then occurred to me that I had been standing there, admiring the picture for a while. I didn’t know how long I stood there. But just when I was about to leave, I heard low, sharp whispers, co

"Are you not feeling well?" "I'm fine. Just tired." Andrew walked around to the front of the sofa, those eyes that once made my heart race now scrutinizing me. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto my left shoulder, and his pupils constricted. Even with the herbal paste, as my mate, he could still sense that something was off. The air in the room crackled with a sudden, dangerous tension. Andrew spoke slowly, his voice low. "Lucia, what's wrong with your mark?"

Good morning, Ana - Marcos as always emanated good humor. "Good morning, Mr. Marcos. Ana couldn't deny that seeing Marcos was like a drop in the ocean for her eyes since he was very handsome. " Do me a favor, don't call me Mr. Mark, it makes me feel old," he laughed. " Force of habit. Marcos had what every woman would like to find in a man. Beauty, charisma, he was successful, but since not everything is perfect Marcos had a defect, and this defect was his love for women. In other words, a true womanizer.

I just wished. “Hey y’all, stop fucking with her already, she’s baby to all this stuff, give her some time…” It felt like God sent me a superhero without a cape. I couldn’t hide but my body stopped shaking due to apprehension. “Dammit, Kika! Cover your breast or go rub it off with a scrubber. These marks are terrible. I think you were handed to animals,” Just hearing her say such a thing got my mind out of hands. I was mentally slamming fists on my head to remain unbothered as turning around could get me a sight that I would regret glimpsing.

Taryn seemed to be determined that she would not forgive me, and would not come back. I signed. My silly Luna, you were not around. So all I could do was to make Lupus Celestial a better place. So that when you come back, I could show you around new territories. And the land of your pack, I reclaimed them all. The sun was devoured by the horizon, changing the day into another night of darkness.