Sinister Mark Fanart Novels & Stories

Icy grey eyes menaced towards me and I could also feel the antagonism penetrating from the man in front of me. "I'm sorry, I hadn't meant to bump into you like that." I sincerely apologized. The man glared at me and I noticed how his frown tightened with detest. He was the same man Sinister held by the shirt. Mikhail I believe his name was. His hands suddenly grabbed my chin,tilting it threatening towards him, "Piccola puttanaget, if you ever get in my way again, I will not hesitate to rip your organs out and sell them in the black market." He seethed.

Luxiana Sommeris Ray stiffened at Damien’s words, his jaw clenching. “They’re not hunting me. Walkers can’t come here.” His voice was sharp and irritated, but something else was underneath—hesitation, uncertainty. Damien, however, didn’t falter. His expression remained grim as he took a step closer. “Yes, they are.” Without warning, he grabbed Ray’s shoulder and spun him around, his fingers digging into his skin. That’s when I saw it, the mark. Dark, swirling like smoke trapped beneath his skin, pulsing with an eerie glow on his bare back. It stood out starkly against Ray’s skin, it was a sinister mark. One that sent a shiver down my spine.

I retort. He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it." I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress. His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

To kill. To destroy. To get a taste of revenge. There was nothing I could do to bring him back, but they would pay in blood. As we grew closer I got a better view of their face. I felt uneasy as smiles spread across their faces. They wore long black cloaks that dragged along the floor. Three of the four men looked similar to each other, wrinkled faces, white hair, and beards that ran down to their chest. The only thing that differed were their eye colors. Two had blue and one had brown eyes. The fourth man was old, but looked younger than the other three and had green eyes. He looked more sinister than the other three. He had gloves on and in his hands were very thick chains.

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

She couldn't help but feel scared of him when his stance suddenly changed he looked like a beast ready to kill someone. Sinister knew if he stayed close to her he might end up doing something which will make him regret it afterwards. He has anger issues but he will be damned if he hurt her. She's too innocent to see his beast side. Sinister finally calmed himself even though he was still burning in anger watching that bastard's assault on her body. Why didn't he notice her neck covered with his assault before? That bite mark was the most obvious one indeed but there were still few more marks on her collarbone. The bite mark was too monstrous. It was almost like he wanted to rip her flesh.

I declare. "Suit yourself," he says. He runs a hand through his hair and is about to leave when something on my neck catches his gaze. His eyes widen, and he grabs my arm and pulls me closer. His eyes change from blue to bloodshot, "What the fuck is this?" he growls, grip tightening. I wince in pain. "What?" "You're marked!" he roars.

"You want to know what the matter is? Well I guess you'll have to fight me.” Hearing that, I smirked, but his assistant seemed to not want him to do that. She immediately shook her head, leaning close to him. Despite that, I could still hear the things she whispered to his ears. “I know you aren't happy, but I'm going to tell you exactly what you need to know. He's a Lycan, and you should avoid being beaten up like the last time.” I didn't say a thing. I was worried and at the same time scared. All I wanted was simple. I wanted to be able to get the lead.

There, in the darkest part of the room, his glowing red eyes connected with my green ones. “Run along now," I warned the young lad. “And get some water," I finished. With my eyes paired with my mate's, I walked towards him. The crowd parted like I was Moses, and they were the Red Sea, clearing a path, so I could go towards him. Sitting on his chair made of his victim's bones, he leaned forward. My eyes adjusted to the darkness of the corner. The smirk he had on his face, which some would call a smile, was a Sinister sign of how wicked and dirty his heart and mind were. He grinned wider, moving his hand to his trousers.