Sinister Mark Fanart Novels & Stories

I look like Death had a gym membership and questionable taste in nightlife. “Grimm!” Sean shouts — the same skeleton, tall and lean and smugly blond, like the universe copy-pasted my outfit and tweaked the settings. His cloak is Monster green. Mine is black. Apparently, even the afterlife has branding. On his arm — a girl dressed as a green alien. His plus-one. I didn’t bring one cause mine was already invited. Which feels ironic, considering how alone I suddenly am. “Mark’s about to start announcements,” Sean continues.

"The next Alpha of Shadow Howlers... Are you saying it’s going to be Celestine?" Alpha Cadmus laughs harder. "Yes! You finally understand. Ah, I’m worried it will take me forever to explain the details to you." He faces the people present at the party with a mocking smile. "From here on, Celestine Smith is the new Alpha of the Shadow Howlers Pack," Alpha Cadmus announces. He turns to glare at Benedict and Beatrice. "If you understand what I just said, you better bow your head to her now. Otherwise, I will do the honor to teach you how to bow."

Can you forgive me? "Just give me more time, and we will hold the marking ceremony. Just sit tight and wait for me back home, okay?" I hung up nonchalantly. If he even cared about me one tiny bit, he'd realize that I have no friends who were going to be marked. Soon, Sienna's text came. [You don't get to force Duke to Mark you just because you want to be Luna. Did you think he would do it just because you bought a dress?] [Quit dreaming. He told me long ago that I'm the only Luna for him and the Forest Pack.]

Morning arrived with a golden light that slowly enveloped Black Fang. Serafina had already woken up even before the sun had fully risen. She stood in front of the mirror. Her gaze was fixed on her shoulder. The mate mark was still there. Even now, its shape was much clearer. A small, silver crescent moon was surrounded by a pattern resembling a wolf’s horns. A faint light pulsed along its edges, as if the mark had a life of its own.

“A syndicate known as La Sombra Carmesí.” Dominic’s expression didn’t change, but something behind his eyes shifted. He understood names like that. Understood what they meant. “She built it from nothing,” another man added. “Expanded it across borders. Made enemies everywhere.” Dominic’s voice was quiet. “And the mark?” “It was hers,” the first man said. “A signature. A symbol worn only by those closest to her. Not given lightly.” Dominic’s grip tightened slightly around his phone. “And Rachel has it.”

The dark magic writhed like living parasites beneath his epidermis, intertwining to form an ancient, terrifying insignia: a black crown pierced by a jagged void spear. The Generals gasped, drawing back in absolute horror. "By the Ancestors..." Beta Marcus breathed, his face going chalk-white. "The Mark of the Void Sovereign..." Dominic stared down at his shoulder in profound, disbelieving shock. His gray eyes flared into a chaotic mixture of liquid gold and pitch-black before he forced his Lycan willpower to stabilize his vision. "What... is this?" Dominic rumbled, his voice shaking with a rare, terrifying vulnerability. "How long has this been inside me?"

Chapter 18 It was real. Aurora stood frozen, staring at the strange red mark burned into Liam’s chest. A twisted “R” with wings, like it had been seared into his skin long ago. She reached out without thinking, her fingers barely grazing the scar. It was raised. Old. Permanent. Liam didn’t flinch. He just stood there, watching her with tired eyes. “You were marked,” she whispered. “Like property.” He slowly pulled his shirt back down. “That’s what happens when you belong to the Crimson Sons.”

The idea hung heavily in the air. Mark stared at her. “That’s insane.” Selina’s voice remained calm. “Is it?” Mark laughed nervously. “You want to destroy her.” Selina’s eyes were ice cold. “She destroyed my wedding.” Mark thought about it for a long moment. Then he slowly said, “You’re dangerous.” Selina didn’t deny it. “So,” she asked quietly, “are you in?” Mark hesitated. Then finally… He smirked. “Yeah.” Selina lifted her phone.

I don’t mind the gruelling work of organizing his files, as long as it gives me alone time from Ronan. “I don’t think it’s because of that at all. To Ronan, I couldn’t be more hidden and detested. He wants me out of Alpha Court just because of the way I look.” Cardenas eyes take on another hue as he looks me over, his irises going a darker shade of its light brown. “You look fine, Tae. And I bet Ronan hates that.” When I shake my head with a little laugh, he steps closer, his hand lifting to my chin.

Neither of them did. Mark suddenly came to a halt as he'd successfully eliminated Iñari's little vixen army. His dark fur was smudged with blood stains all over and his red eyes glowed brighter with murderous intent. He spat out a bloodied, severed arm from his mouth as he slowly crept towards Iñari... preparing to pounce on her. He had his predatory eyes on a much bigger prize. "Shouldn't we stop him now?" Bruno nervously whispered to me.