Sinister Mark Fanart Novels & Stories

Giovanna grins. The Luna smiles and looks like she’s about to leave the room when she freezes, staring at my mates exposed mark. It turned out beautiful. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back. It’s the most beautiful mark I’ve ever seen, but it’s entirely possible that I’m just biased.

Along the way, he encountered a poster featuring Brindle and Richard's faces. Half-drunk and enraged, Marko reached out to touch Brindle's face, his anger palpable. Placing his hands on the poster, he muttered, "I won't let you have her." He forcefully removed the poster from the wall, tearing Richard's face into pieces that scattered on the floor. He vehemently stepped on Richard's image, letting out an angry roar.

Alarich lowers his head in submission "I speak to you not only as your humble servant, but as a friend. If you don't perform your duty, despite you being above the law. Our kingdom will be emboldened and a potential unnecessary rebellion could be on our hands" My mark. To humans it looks like a tattoo all over my left side. It starts from my bite scar, above my left breast. Black vines and flowers trail from it, down my side and wrapping around my leg to my foot. Then it trails up my chest, along the side of my neck, swirling and wrapping down my arm and ending at the tip of my ring finger.

"Weren't you so arrogant when you threw that soup? Why are you acting like a half-dead dog now?" The Silvermoon Alpha snorted coldly. With a wave of his hand, two tall enforcers seized my shoulders and forced my head up. A glowing red, sizzling silver brand was held before my face. "My daughter has three scars on her face. You will receive ten in return." This was the Sinner's Mark, used to punish grave offenders. The scars it left could not be healed, not even by an Alpha's power. I watched the glowing metal approach and shut my eyes in despair.

“I can’t do that, Mark. I just can’t.” “Well, of course you can’t. I was hoping you’d say that.” I frowned, raising an eyebrow in question. Mark smirked, and I felt dread in the pit of my stomach. I had a feeling that whatever he was about to say wouldn’t be good. “You’re going to do a little something for me.” “A little something?” “Exactly,” Mark grinned. I’d always told him he had the grin of a villain, especially when he did it with hooded eyes. But right now, there was something even more sinister about his grin.

below it, connected by the lines that went through and past it. It was situated right in the middle of her neck, and as the blood faded it turned silver, even glowing slightly. As she turned to face the dark one, I saw the front of her neck. Right below the dip at the hollow of her throat was a sun, the arms in an alternating straight and wavy pattern. One line through the center of the straight arms with several through the wavy ones. The top of the sun had a dot, with a downward triangular line underneath it, with ovals under that. It almost looked like an inverted crown. Above the top point were several diamonds, one looking almost like a fleur de lis. Then right in the middle horizontal

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

My stomach twisted, rage and despair clawing at me. A soft whimper came from the side, and I turned, my eyes adjusting to the dark. A small figure was curled up in another cage, a chain locked around her leg, tethering her to the bars. A child, her face pale, her eyes wide with fear. Who was she? My mind raced—Rhea, Selene’s sister? Or someone else caught in Kasamaan’s web?“Who’s that?” Marcus whispered, his voice low, his claws flexing as he stepped closer.“I don’t know,” I said, my voice rough, my eyes still locked on the empty cage.

The mark tingled on my neck like a brand of fire and ice. “Alpha Liana,” the Shaman said. “Please mark Alpha Darius to complete this union.” Darius’s mouth glistened with my blood. He turned his face over his shoulder to expose the point where I had to mark him. Without hesitation, I raised myself on toes and sank my fangs in his neck. He let out a low groan, his arms wrapping around me tightly. Marking him felt so natural, like I was made for him. I pulled my fangs out and said, “And now you're mine.”

Faelon growled threateningly and Atlas grunted. "I'm just curious about what you find interesting about her. I can see her ex did a number on her and she has a mark on her inner left thigh. Looks like a demon bite," Atlas exclaimed in fascination. Faelon's brow rose as he recalled Lucifer saying she was demon marked. "What does a demon mark mean? Do you know, reaper?" He asked. Atlas shrugged and told him he had no idea but Rai may know. Sophia went to the sink and got a glass of water. They both watched her take a pill and sigh.