Sinister Mark Fanart Novels & Stories

They exchanged looks before turning their gazes on Aleister again. “Lord Aleister,” Mother Superior began. “I won’t lie to you. The girl you’re looking for is indeed under our care. However, these photos aren’t enough—” Aleister adjusted his coat and leaned to the side. “She has birthmarks. There’s a red half-moon-shaped mark on her nape and a black crescent moon mark on her upper left chest.” He saw how Sister Sola’s eyes widened in shock when she heard what he said about the girl. Of course, he knew about it, for it was stated in the prophecy.

The warmth of the evening air turned cold as Serena stared at the symbol seared into the paper—a jagged moon bleeding black ink, surrounded by thorned runes. Her fingers clenched around it involuntarily. The Forsaken. Once thought annihilated, they were little more than whispers in the dark, monsters parents warned their children about. But Serena knew this wasn’t folklore. It was real. The mark pulsed with the kind of malevolent energy that couldn’t be faked.

“So the boy thinks they're safe. We’ll use that.” Marcus blinked. “What?” “Lucas is going to help me end Dominic. Whether he wants to or not. We’ll make him a weapon against his father.” Marcus gave a low whistle. “That’s dark. I like it.” “You’ll lie low,” I ordered. “Patrols will be swarming the borders by morning. We can’t afford to give off our trail now.” “I can handle—” “I said lie low.” I moved to the drawer and pulled out a parcel wrapped in worn wolfskin. The contents were ash,bloodstone and bone. A symbol older than these packs even remember.

In just a matter of a few seconds I appeared in front of her and her eyes widened in shock. A scream escaped her lips and I tossed the dagger at her aiming for her throat. The dagger made a sickening sound and the poor began to choke on her own blood. She fell to the ground as blood flowed from her throat and mouth. I could hear footsteps approaching and I knew that my work was done. I engraved T.D with my nails on her cheek and smiled at my handy work. I shifted into a raven and flew away. *PRESENT DAY* *MISTRESS OF DARKNESS*

Forcing her to her knees, swallowing every drop… I imagined the confined space, the ding of the floors, the fear of getting caught. Marcus’s eyes were dark now, pupils wide, and he licked his lips as he looked at me. My panties were getting wetter, the fabric sticking to me, and I had to fight the urge to touch myself right there. What was happening? This drink was turning me into a mess, my body betraying me with every dirty confession. They all turned to Victor, who took his time, leaning back and savoring the tension in the room. “You want dark? I’ve jerked off more times than I can count imagining turning the entire marketing team into my personal fuck toys.

Behind them, his warriors spread out, their figures dissolving into the swirling mist like ghosts. At the clearing’s center stood Marcus, a gaunt silhouette bent over a ritual circle carved into the cracked stone floor. The symbols etched there pulsed with a sickly green light, casting an eerie sheen across his angular, hollowed face. Rogues flanked him, their claws glinting like polished steel, their eyes burning with feral hunger. Aria’s gaze darted to the altar at the circle’s heart—a weathered slab of stone, its surface engraved with a crescent moon pierced by a fang. It mirrored the mark branded on Rollan’s tiny arm, a symbol that had haunted her since Victor’s betrayal seared it into h

She asked, and he hummed. "He's the assistant team leader for the team that works directly under me," he replied. Lily gave a nod but said nothing as she went back to work. While she worked on reorganising the codes, Mark made some calls. "So, you really are Sinful?" He muttered as he noticed all the red dots that had been on the screen previously were cleared. "Were you having doubts?" She asked in amusement. "You can't blame me; the Sinful person I've met so far was a man. Not a pretty lady with a fashion design trophy under her belt," he replied with a smile.

Incense burned a sweet odour but it was masked by the ink scent. A shelve of scrolls filled with varieties of designs was at a corner and the marking equipments were already prepared for use. “My queen.” The marking artist bowed in greetings. Her hair was jet black with streaks of grey in them, she had fine smile wrinkles and warm brown eyes. Ilena was amazed by the amount of markings on her exposed skin, there was almost no patch of skin that was left undone! “Your markings are beautiful.” She said in awe. Hanna, the marking artist smile warmly and opened up the scroll in her hands. “These are the new unreleased designs I have, you’re the first person to lay eyes on them.”

she said and clutched his arms in her hold. But breathed out sharply and again sucked there and at last bit her making her yelp in pain and pleasure. He took his face away from her and looked at the art he just created on her neck. Purple and blue covered mark glistening with his saliva screaming that she belongs to him. He smirked at the mark making Celine to look at him dumbfounded.

Jax (shirtless, soot-streaked, grinning) unfolded a lawn chair someone had looted from a wrecked patio and sat front-row with a warm beer. Li appeared beside him with a bowl of popcorn that smelled suspiciously like brimstone. “Ten bucks says the Council lasts thirty seconds,” Jax announced. “Twenty says fifteen,” Li countered. Elowen just sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Vespera’s eyes narrowed on the glowing Sanguis Draconis marks blazing on my hip and Thorne’s chest. “That mark is an abomination,” she spat. I lifted our joined hands. The mark answered (white-gold fire and midnight shadow spiraling upward into a perfect eclipsed sun that hung above the courtyard like a second, an