Romans & histoires The Mark Of Cain Book

Elen nodded, his gaze fixed on Cain, who had drawn blood on his palms using a small knife. Cain passed the knife to Elen, communicating that it was her turn to do the same. Elen hesitated but then traced her fingers with the blade, feeling a strange pull as Cain clasped her hand. A dark light shimmered from their joined palms, and Elen experienced a prickling, scalding sensation on her wrist, as if a mark was being seared onto it. A small cross appeared, a symbol of a mysterious connection that had been forged between them.

I’m confused but just as I begin to contort my face into a frown, Cain stands, reaches over, and takes the book I have placed my clasped hands on. His scent invades my nostrils and I melt internally from the slight spice I catch. There are notes of forest and pine, but underneath is something spicy. Cain flips through my book and I forget that he’s not supposed to know I was reading that book. Hell, none of them are meant to know I was reading that book, but Cain seems to intently search for something. “Should I ask for tea from the kitchens while we wait? I heard Raleigh has the best tea.”

Each word is a blade carving into the walls I’ve tried so hard to keep standing. I can feel Cain’s presence at my back, the heat of him, the heavy weight of his gaze as he listens to every humiliating second. It makes me want to crawl out of my own skin, to vanish into the cracks in the floor, to scream. Because Mark knew what I was. What I am. A supernatural. A hybrid. A deserter of Blackthorn.

“A prophecy. She saw a prophecy about a cursed Alpha, born under the Blood Moon, carrying the infinity mark on his chest. His fate is bound to a forbidden child born of a human and a wolf. She said the child will both save him… and destroy him.” I'm the forbidden child. I don't need anyone to tell me that much. The room tilted. “And what does that have to do with us?” Theo leaned closer, looking straight into my eyes “Because I am the cursed Alpha.” He pulled his shirt slightly aside, just enough for me to see the darkened infinity-shaped mark on the left side of his chest. My breath hitched. He took my hands, gripping it gently. “That’s why they want us together, Lila. The Elders believe if

“It's a great thing I am alive to witness this prophecy and at this time a prophet of this temple.” “But?... Prophet how should I be sure that you are not just making this up and pushing responsibilities to my shoulders.” My aunt appears on my side, pulling my ear. He gently walks to me and looking at me with his soft golden eyes he stretches his hand, offering the book. “Here, take.” He doesn't leave, he stays as I open the book. The book weighed more than I imagined, beautifully coated in gold and white its fragrance was more welcoming than its beauty. “How should I open this? It's clearly locked.”

Colin comes in, a wave of surprise hits me, but before I can say anything, Shawn follows him in. “You're here already, Eva.” Colin said, acknowledging me, a wide smile on his lips. “Not too long ago.” I replied, returning the smile. I sneak a glance at Shawn. He watched me like a hawk. Like he knew what I'd been doing. My eyes slowly stray to the big book, just to be sure I had actually closed it. The golden back rested heavily on the rest of the book, “The Codex Luporum” deeply engraved on it, you could pour water in it, and it'll sit comfortably.

Cassian. ​The mark on my chest flared, burning white-hot. I wasn't a survivor, I was a prize.

_Dahlia’s POV_ I turned around slowly, my heart pounding so hard I was sure everyone could hear it. The moment my eyes landed on him, my breath caught in my throat. The last person I expected to see was standing there. Zayne Lachlan. Even if I hadn’t recognized that voice, that cold, commanding tone that could freeze fire, the scar would have given him away instantly. It was impossible to miss, running from the side of his head down to his lower eyelid like a twisted silver thread. The infamous mark that made him instantly recognizable across both schools.

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.