Sun Cutie Mark Novels & Stories

Romero's voice dripped with sugary coating, as though hoping that would make them buy me. “With that ugly mark on her face?” Another grumbled, sounding disgusted. “Nothing to show on the body and the face is also stained with…what is that? A birthmark? Looks disgusting. Was she struck by lightning to have a lightning mark?” Romero chuckled. “Which means you can scrape it off if you want to. Or you can tattoo your name on it.”

Just us and the full moon rising over the pines. “I need to show you something,” Kade said, pulling his shirt over his head. I turned away instinctively, but his voice stopped me. “It’s not that kind of show, Shea. Look.” I turned back. There, on his chest, over his heart, was a mark. Faint, but glowing in the moonlight. A crescent, wrapped in a thin swirl of lines like vines or flame. “The Moon Mark,” he said. “Only appears when a wolf meets their true mate.”

"If you are going to play mark your girlfriend, you need to get a pot of this. It works best if done within a few hours, but it should still get rid of the bruise tonight." Colm dipped his finger into the pot and spread the yellow salve on Celly's marking spot. He started rubbing it in. He turned to me, "It has to be rubbed in until the salve is fully absorbed. Don't push too hard, you don't want to make the bruising worse. You can have this pot, I've got another."

He definitely won't make it out to the beach for what he did. "My plan is ruined." She grunted. She threw herself on her bed, "Mother should have let him answer me. Do you see the mark? It looks so new and…" "And what?" He asked. "Beautiful. I have never seen such a mark before." Luca's mark appeared at the left side of his forehead, shaped in a Z form. Its corner was red like he just got the scar recently. She was wondering if the mark did hurt, and she desperately wanted to know why he had it at such a young age.

And above all, his magnanimous love for me. I stared at him for a while before running my fingers through his neatly packed hair which I was obviously ruining. And then my eyes darted to the mark across his neck. My mark. One I had given him during our mating. It wasn't a bite mark though rather it was the symbol of Moonsville and an half moon, tattooed on a small area. This was the mate's mark that usually appeared on every Pack member. The half moon plus the mate's Pack origin insignia. My fingers dropped from his curly hair to his neck and finally to the mark. Touching the mark alone caused this undescribable sweetness to course through me. The sweetest I've never felt all my life.

She mused, moving the silver he had used aside as she picked up a large mirror and it was then I realised the metal he had used was completely blank from underneath. “It suits her.” He said with a cold smirk. “Don’t you agree Little Mouse?” He gripped my hair, forcing me to look over my shoulder at the mark that tarnished my skin. My skin wasn’t burned, nor was it red, almost as if nothing had happened. But I’d remember that pain… The mark itself was at least six or seven inches long, and an inch or two wide, most of it was in a shimmering gold, whilst there was a black crescent moon and a star with a few small details in it and there right in the centre was the name.

I twist a little to the side so I can see it clearly—the mark. It's truly red, like a bold, fearless tattoo shaped like a sun with sharp pointed rays stretching out in all directions. At the center, there is a large crescent moon cradling a five-pointed star, as if the crescent moon is protecting the star. Around the moon and star, there are small dots growing bigger with each next dot, and below the crescent moon, there is a bigger dot and even more dots that trail down in a straight line, leading into two sharp triangles pointing downwards. How did this mark end up on my body?

It felt like I was missing a piece of myself, and I didn’t know how to find it. I ran my hands over my arms, trying to shake off the chill that had settled there. That’s when I noticed something that made my breath catch. Just above my left elbow, there was a mark—a mark that shouldn’t have been there. It was faint but unmistakable, shaped like a crescent moon with small, jagged lines that looked almost like rays of light shooting out from it.

I instinctively cupped the small scar on my neck with my hand. “I meant to ask you, Uncle… do you know anything about the shape of these things?” Tobi asked, a note of curiosity in his voice. “A little,” Cayden said, his tone shifting. “They’re specific to the wolf who gives them. Why?” “My mark… it’s a crescent moon,” Tobi said. “Lila, come here. Let me see,” Cayden said, motioning me over. I hesitated, glancing at Tobi. He gave me a reassuring smile and nod.

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!”