Sun Cutie Mark Novels & Stories

There’s a red mark forming on my chest – red hot like someone was poking me with a iron rod inside of my chest. “What is-” I exclaim, “Quiet!” Axel hushes me, constantly checking over his shoulder to see that no one has attempted to open the locked door. He rushes over to my curtains and pulls them shut. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the pain is gone. Axel must have noticed because I stopped groaning in pain. I sit up. The burning look has not gone and what remains is the most unusual shape I’ve seen. A mark seated on my heart in a shape similar to the sun. A thin circle with small swirls on the outside – probably about the size of a coin. “I can’t believe it.” Axel exhales. “You were one the wh

She thanked him and lay down on a deck chair, “Just help me out with my back. I can handle the rest on my own.” “Mm,” Mark replied. His eyes gravitated across her fair skin. If he remembered correctly, there were barely any moles on her body, let alone a birthmark. The only flaw was the scar from the time she took a knife for him… It really would be a pity if such beautiful complexion were to be spoiled by sunburn.

“Sorry honey.” She dropped to her knees, inspecting the folds of her behind. She lifted the skin to reveal a circle with several lines coming out of it. It was the sun mark. Manuella hurried out of the room. Kataya stood naked in the middle of her bedroom with the door open. A chilly breeze tingled across her skin.

I grabbed myself a sandwich, a small bowl of fruit, and a cup of coffee and headed out to the back patio. “Raina! Let me see your mark!” Lizzie squealed as I made my way to sit down. She didn’t give me a chance to respond before she was moving my hair from my shoulder and looking at my mated mark. The mark had completely healed and was red and blue with a crescent moon and two stars. “I have never seen one so colorful!” Lizzie nearly screamed again as she looked at my mark. “So. Loud. Lizzie!” I stammered out as she continued to look me over. We both laughed as she spun me around, looking at me.

“What is your thought about your mate... just don’t think of him as a werewolf. What are your thoughts about him as a person?” “A wimpy child and a stupid wolf,” he mumbled, scratching the spot on his neck. The mark was starting to heat up painfully. He kept scratching it subtly without anyone noticing it. ‘Sun and moon..’ Dylan had mentioned that. He had never seen his mark on his own. Taking the small knife from the side he glanced at his reflection on the shiny blade. A small mark was seen. It was shaped like the sun and the moon. ‘The sun gods and the moon goddess... is this a sign...’

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.

Only for a few seconds before it gave way to the madness in her head. She turned Melonie's head left and right as the vines loosened slightly. "Yes, she will do nicely." The searing pain from earlier appeared again. She gazed down at her arm where she had carved into her skin, and the eerie glow of the brand continued to mark her. She watched on as a crescent moon formed on her skin with the tips nearly connected with a circle between and three dots on each side of that circle. Karmina raised her arm into the air to admire her new marking. With a smile, she commanded the vines to set Melonie in the shack and went to work.

She felt it before she saw it. A warmth along the curve of her neck — not painful, not sharp, the soft brand of something being made permanent. She reached up and touched the skin there. "It's starting," Ryder said quietly. His chin tilted down so he could see. "The mark." She pulled out her phone and opened the camera. Faint. Golden. A crescent shape forming just below her collarbone's curve, soft-edged and unmistakable. The true mate mark. Not the silver of a standard claim — gold, because of what she was, because of what they were apparently becoming.

I wound my hair up into a high bun, so that it wouldn’t get wet in the shower, and then I yanked off my t-shirt. Just beneath the collar of my top laid Samyak’s mark, dug forever into my skin. Everyone’s mark was slightly different, though many appeared as a hickey, or teeth marks. Mine was the same bruised colour as a love bite, though it appeared as two parallel lines, at an angle across my marking spot, one a little above the other.

Olive asks as she folds her arms and scowls at me. " I just came back for a breather,"I sigh feeling awful for my poor response. "Really?"she quirks her eyebrow at me with an amused look ,"you left Jason's pack to come and have a breather ? And what's with the mark on your neck? " "I -"I pause and touch the mark on my neck. The mark has already healed which doesn't surprise me .Bite marks tend to heal faster and develop into a sign depending on the rank of the male mate or female mate .I don't even know how mine looks like and I honestly don't care at this point .