The Mark Of Athena Novels & Stories

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.

ELARA The fire kept burning in front of me, loud and wild like it had been waiting all day to swallow me whole. I stood there, breathing in the smoke, feeling the heat crawl up my skin, but I didn’t step back. I didn’t even blink. One of the elders raised his hand. His voice came out strong, like he was proud to say it. “Elara of the Eastern bloodline, you are found guilty of breaking sacred law. You carry the child of another while still bound to the Alpha—”

Her body continues with the aftershocks for several more minutes before she sinks into the bed. “I love you, Samara Hartwell.” I hear her breath catch and she turns to look at me over her shoulder. “I am a Hartwell now, aren’t I?” “Ever since my mark was on your neck. It was important to let others know that you are also Brenner. But I’m hoping you’ll take my name now.” “Samara Hartwell. It’s got a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” she asks. “It’s like you were made to be mine,” I growl softly.

Athena alone in the room where Tristan assigned to her. He insisted to have Jonathan and Athena stay in the mansion instead of checking out in some hotel. She step out of the bathroom with a towel wrap around her body. She passed by the mirror on the vanity table and catch a glimpse of the mark on her shoulder, it has become larger and the shape is more distinct now than the first time she noticed that she have this. Who would have thought that these mark would set the fate of the life she had to live. The Blackburn family heir. She scoffs. But that route is fave with dangers and death defying situations.

Others filled with disgust and disdain. ________ The tension in the grand hall was thick and foreboding. The Elders, and pack members stood, watching silently. I was bind with a silver chain, which was cutting into my wrist especially that I'm not strong like other normal wolves. The pain rippled through me but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. Knox sat in his throne chair, with Seraphina flanked behind him, her lips still curled into that triumphant smile that leaves me wondering where our sisterhood went wrong.

Athena I woke up in a white room that had a huge AK symbol on it. This is the symbol of a hospital my dad owns alongside a business partner. Why am I here? I felt pangs of pain rush into my head. Shoot! I felt so heavy, I couldn't move. "Thena, you are awake?" My mom called. She looked so pale and stressed. In all my 26-year life, I have never seen her like that. Her usual bright red lips had lost color.

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!”

In as much as I want to pull her close to me and claim her lips which still held that smirk, I knew I had to hold back what ever I'm feeling till she knows what she is to me. "I have forgotten that you won't say any words just like who your people are, because an omega doesn't have the right to talk back to people like us, isn't that right girls". She asked turning her head as her black hair swings behind her revealing her neck which will one day carry my mark. The mere thought of it made my wolf purr in happiness.

“Louder this time. The walls listen.” I swallowed. “Our bodies are vessels,” I recited, voice obedient, familiar words scraping my throat. “Our blood is borrowed. Our breaths are offerings. We are the chosen keepers of the Mark, the last gate between this world and the hunger beneath it.” “And the Mark?” she prompted. The skin on my left shoulder prickled as if it heard her. “The Mark is not a curse,” I said. “The Mark is the seal.” Mother Elara’s gaze softened, but not with affection. With reverence. With fear.