Sinister Mark Fanart Novels & Stories

My breasts tingle, my hands sizzle with the need to reach out and touch him. I don't know what he reads on my face but his eyes have gone cold again and his voice is even more intimidating. "Put down the cloth." I'm no good at following orders, never have been, especially those given by men. I have no idea why the cloth slips from my fingers and lands in the bowl. Dagger leans in and picks it up. His chest is inches from my eyes and his tats fill my vision. The ink appears prison-grade, but the artwork is intricate. A Grim Reaper stands over a crying woman holding a swaddled baby. The design weaves into swirls of flowers with branches that turn to thorns as they flow further out across his c

“Well… that’s interesting.” Aria’s voice trembled. “Tell me.” I swallowed slowly. “There’s a mark.” Damon’s eyes sharpened. “What kind of mark?” I stepped back slightly so they could see. The baby’s chest glowed faintly. And the mark rested right above the heart. Aria gasped softly. “I’ve seen that symbol before.” Lucian nodded. “Yeah.” Cassian spoke quietly. “So have I.” Damon looked from one face to another. “You’re all acting like you’ve seen a ghost.”

The Shadows seemed to feed on her wrath, growing stronger and more aggressive as they held her in their dark, unyielding grasp. I approached the Forsaken, my movements deliberate and calculated, and grasped her leg just above the ankle. As I examined the area, I was met with a sight that both intrigued and unsettled me. There, on her skin, were the unmistakable marks of my brothers and me. Each mark was a unique color, shimmering with an otherworldly light, as if we had branded her with our respective signatures. My own mark, a deep, burning gold, adorned her ankle, seeming to pulse with a life of its own.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

I move closer, drawn by something I don't understand, my fear momentarily eclipsed by fascination. The carvings are beautiful and terrible. Wolves with their heads thrown back in silent howls. Crescent moons in various phases, waxing and waning across the stone surface. Symbols I don't recognize but that make something deep in my chest tighten with recognition. How can I recognize something I've never seen before?

Even the Redfang Alpha stiffened slightly. Marek looked stronger than I had ever seen him. His eyes glowed faintly silver as they settled on me first and then slowly shifted toward the Alpha near the window. “You frightened her,” Marek said softly. The words weren’t loud but something about them made the room feel colder. The Alpha studied him carefully. “Interesting.” Marek’s expression didn’t change. “No,” he replied. “Dangerous.” The silver marks on my wrists suddenly burned hot enough to make me flinch.

The cover was embossed with a symbol that looked like a twisted, enraged claw mark. Nate crossed the room, the ghost sense of Kieran’s touch still tingling on his skin. He stood beside his chair, close enough to feel the warmth coming from him, and peered down at the pages. The script was old, but the images were brutally clear: depictions of wolves, but different. They were monstrously big, their musculature exaggerated and vicious, with four separate, scary sets of fangs in their gaping maws.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

“ Sinners Den “ But the rest of the building didn't look anything fancy. It looked run down if anything. The case is about a missing person, a man by the name of Trevor Vickers , he’s a local politician. The crime scene didn’t have a body , but at his home there was a mess bloid everywhere and lots of it like there had been a murder or a severe beating. His phone discarded on the floor along with his wallet. The blood was smeared like he had been dragged out of the house. The only thing believed to be evidence that was left behind was a business card dropped into the blood like it was deliberate and the picture on it was a skull with blood running from its eyes and a red rose clamped between

(Alicia) I turn around, pulling my shirt over my head so that I’m standing in front of them in only a sports bra. It partially covers my blessing from Athena on my back, but my blessing from Selene, my mate mark from Rocco, is on full display across my shoulder and down my upper arm. The room falls silent, the only sound the faint crackling of the fire in the hearth. The mark glows faintly, its intricate patterns shifting with a light that feels almost alive, like a pulse of moonlight captured on my skin.