The Mark Of Athena Novels & Stories

And Athena appeared at the edge of the clearing. I forgot how to breathe. She was absolutely radiant, glowing in the moonlight like she'd been touched by the Moon Goddess herself. Her dress was pure white, flowing and ethereal, with long sleeves and a neckline that showed off her mate mark—my mark on her skin. The one I'd given her nights ago, when I'd officially marked her as mine. The fabric draped beautifully over her rounded belly, celebrating rather than hiding her pregnancy. Her dark hair hung loose down her back in soft waves, woven with both silver and gold ribbons representing both packs, and small white flowers that seemed to glow in the moonlight.

A circular sigil framed by olive leaves and ancient runes, with an owl perched atop a spear pointed downward, its wings wrapped protectively around the circle. A symbol of wisdom. Of war. Of unwavering possession. It pulsed faintly, like it lived beneath her skin. The mark of Athena. The goddess had claimed her. It wasn’t just a dream. Aria touched it lightly, fingers trembling as they brushed the still - tender skin. She remembered the bite — the flash of pain, the flood of heat, the overwhelming need that followed. Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily at the memory, and she had to shut her eyes and count to ten.

He had claimed her and for the rest of her life she would wear his mark just above her collar bone. She'd hardly noticed that her fingertips had trailed upward and were lightly touching the barely healed scars that fell a bit below the circular scar that wound about her neck. At least it had healed as it should, she thought with a sigh once she realized what she was doing, tilting her head back against the seat and allowing her eyes to close, her hand still pressed against the mark while Luca was apparently lost in his own thoughts.

Devil told her that if she hung out with me, it made things worst. But those things never hurt me as much as it hurt me to see him with other girls. After I got bitten, I felt a strange connection with him. It felt like a magnet was trying to pull me to him every time he was near. The tingles intensified if he accidently brushed against me. I also found him even more attractive and my hands kept itching to run through his hair or caress his face. Speaking of being bitten, my shoulder healed quickly, leaving a small crescent shaped mark behind. I found it weird, but oddly beautiful at the same time. It looked like a birthmark. The mark was right were my neck and collar bone met.

Cocking her brow Sophia turned and felt a slight pinch. "Tada, this was embedded in your spine," Atlas mumbled sourly, holding up what looked like an acupuncture needle. "That was in me!" Sophia gasped. She watched Atlas crush the object into dust. "You are safe for now, miss transporter," Atlas teased. Rolling her eyes skyward, Sophia told him she didn't feel anyone insert it. "Why is a needle called a demon mark?" She asked curiously. "It is a demon mark for death and you were tagged like an animal to be taken to slaughter. Not all marks are made by the teeth," he mumbled with a shudder.

He shrugged his shoulders, putting his hand in the air. Clearing my throat, I get his attention, “My Lord.” “Hmm?” “I want to mark Athena.” I declared out of the blue, staggering both of them at my abrupt demand but I couldn’t stay away from her anymore. I needed to do it or else that would drive us to an irrecoverable point. “Are you sure? It would make it clear that you broke the order and you might get punished. She will have your scent.” Jax asked worriedly, not supporting the idea.

After a second the markings disappear. I remove the stone and then my palm from her wrist. There on her wrist is a tattoo. It's a single red horn on the left and a white angel wing on the other side enclosed in a heart shape made with a demon tail. The opal stone is also called a soul stone. It will choose its owner. If the stone is taken by anyone whom the stone will not accept, then it will disappear on its own. It will stay with Thea or me. If Thea manages to lose it somewhere, even then the stone will make its way back to either of us.

It was everything good and Mark howled inside him, excited and restless. 'Mate. Mate,' Mark howled again, the word echoing in his mind. But.... How could this be? What the hell just happened? ........why a human? Why would a human be his mate? Again? He blinked slowly, his nostrils flaring in irritation as if she wasn't even human. As if she was some house roach that he'd want to trample under his feet. “You’re human…” he murmured, barely audible. “But why does it smell like fate?”

I replied and Athena stood up in front of everyone. “I am going to show you the crest Luna Evelyn passed down to me, you should know she did it because she wanted us to help her fight her battle, she was too weak and dying to do those things herself,” Athena said before stretching her hand. The crest sign slowly morphed in her hand, and it glowed blue light, everyone looked extremely shocked, no one had expected such a reveal “It’s the crest!” one of the council members yelled “He was telling the truth! We have been brainwashed!” another said, and I smiled, happy they were finally realizing the truth.

"Why do you look like this? I told you to eat yesterday. Guess I have to fix this myself." She wanted me functional enough to compete, so she let out a short, disgusted exhale, reached into the inner pocket of her top, and pulled out the black silver-moon jade plate engraved with the Submission Mark. Without a second's hesitation, she bit down on her tongue tip. A mouthful of essence-blood hit the jade surface. The Submission Mark was forced to maximum activation. Under the weight of that dominating will, my shell lurched upright with a sound like grinding gravel, the crack of bones moving against each other without the cushioning of living muscle.