That's Gonna Leave A Mark #invincible Novels & Stories

“Emma is yours. All three of them. Forever.” Mark smiled, slow and certain, his hand sliding down to rub the glowing mark gently. “Every single day. The marathon never ends.”

I leaned in close, using the glass like a mirror and tilted my head. There it was.. a small fresh mark on the lower side of my neck, right where it met my shoulder. It looked like a bite but deeper and more permanent.. a mate mark?! My eyes went wide. What the actual heck? That stranger from the woods last night... he hadn’t just kissed my neck and given me those little nips while he was fucking me. He’d marked me..! Like, for real. Claimed me without even asking! I stared at my reflection, mouth open. My hands started shaking. This couldn’t be happening. I was just some nobody Omega who snuck off for one wild moment. And now the whole pack was losing their minds over it.

Kate was sobbing now, the pain in her eyes hit Lena in the gut, she felt a fresh wave of hatred for Darius, and a fresh determination to destroy him. "I still feel it" Kate continued in a strained voice, Lena momentarily wondered why people so scared seemed to be able to talk so honestly with her "When he touches me, I still feel the tingles of the mark...The bond is still there, like its alive and lives in my veins. But his mark, it vanished the day he brought me here, he came to see me a few days after and it had gone, like It had never been there in the first place... I asked him... asked him why... I wont make that mistake again"

“That mark makes you more than just a girl who was wronged, more than just a lost child. It makes you the one every pack has been searching for.” The air in the hall thickened. No one moved, no one breathed. And in the middle of it, Liora sat trembling, her sleeve rolled back, the burning crescent blazing on her arm like destiny itself had branded her.

Our blood locked quickly. I had been marked.

I pressed cigar ashes onto my palm. Did it hurt? Was Taryn hurt?

“I’m still breathing because I chose to stand. And I’m asking you to do the same. Not for me. Not for your name. But for the wolves who will burn if we do nothing.” She was quiet for a long time. Then finally, she stepped closer and placed something in my hand. A stone. Smooth, black, marked with the same spiral carved into the altar—but inverted. “This is the mark of refusal,” she said. “It means we see you. But we will not rise. If the others are out there, you’ll find them in the places Seran touched before she vanished. But don’t come back here. Not unless you’re ready to bury your name and die.”

Victoria held my hand, her warmth giving me strength. "I thought I could ignore it, but it's consuming me. I need to know how to get unmarked." Jade leaned back, considering my words. "You can't just remove a mark like that, it's not an ink mark. It's not a curse you can lift with a spell. But..." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "I can teach you to harness your inner strength, to fight back. You can learn to resist him, to protect yourself." I looked at her, a spark of hope lighting up in my eyes. "Even if I fail?"

“The mark amplifies our abilities—physical and emotional. But it also makes us vulnerable to each other.” I took a step back, my thoughts racing. “Vulnerable? What are you saying?” He hesitated, as if weighing how much to tell me. “If one of us is hurt, the other feels it. If one of us is in danger, the other knows.” My head spun as I tried to process his words. “This isn’t real. It can’t be.” “It is,” he said firmly. “And pretending it’s not won’t change anything.” I wanted to argue, to deny everything he was saying, but the glowing mark on my wrist was impossible to ignore.

Atlas came over to his side with a reaper card and waved it in front of his face. "I have a soul to pick up. It's not Sophia's but I do need to take off for a bit and Phil's going to tag along. Well, I will be transporting him so he doesn't get weak, " he snickered. Faelon nodded and watched the new mark that was on Sophia's shoulder disappear completely and grinned slightly seeing his bite mark still on her neck. He glanced down between her thighs and saw the mark Vincent put on her. "Why is Vincent's mark still on her?" He asked bluntly. Hoka lowered his hand and sighed.