The Mark Of Cain Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”

It was really annoying because he could see her gentle smile each time he closed his eyes. Ace wished he couldn't mark her. He cursed himself a million times for being carried away by emotions. Ace got carried away by the love that he had for his mate because he had been longing to see her for years. That's why he decided to mark her. Ace wanted the fucking world to know that he was his, exclusively his. The destined mate that he had been looking for. The door clicked open and Alexander walked inside Ace's room. Alexander was the only person who could stand Ace when he was in that condition.

Of course, the power of a god exceeds a vampire, but I just was not ready for it. "So, now we have taken care of that." He said glancing swiftly with relief at my naked wrists. "We have his mark we need remove from that luscious body of your…" he skimmed over the marks with the touch of his fingers, which made something feel terrible wrong inside of me. My mind immediately went to Cain. "He told me they where final, it would be etched onto my human flesh for the rest of my life," I answered feeling upset and defeated. Parts of my mind had come to turns with the fact that this marks where a forever more thing. Not something I had appreciated, but nevertheless accepted.

I lay weakly on the floor of my office; the mural above gradually blurred before my eyes, and I closed them. Upon reopening my eyes, I found myself in a world of chaos. Numerous shimmering masses of light floated around me, and at the edge of my vision, I discerned a glowing figure. Drawing nearer, I realized it resembled a humanoid. Countless balls of light emanated from her body, and inexplicably, I felt a strange familiarity whenever I looked at her. "Caitlyn!" Finally, a renewed connection between Caitlyn and me. Through the mark I left on her body, I could feel the torment she was enduring. She struggled in an empty space, eyes tightly shut, while waves of sadness, grief, and pain engul

Sera opened the case. She did it herself, with her own hands, because she would not give Halvorn the satisfaction of watching her hesitate, and because some animal part of her needed to prove the lid would not bite. The seal cracked. Caius's mark broke under her thumb. Inside, laid in the battered wooden case like a body in a coffin, was a book.

When I arrived at the Wildlands, I found Sabrina barely recognizable. The place was overrun by rogues, and for a weak woman like her, she had no choice but to sell her body to survive. She was a shadow of her former self, chained by the ankles and trembling in a corner. When Sabrina saw me, she was already half out of her mind, staring at me for a long time before snapping awake like from a dream. Then, she crawled desperately to my feet like I was her last lifeline.

Well, he thought to himself there was another thing to add to the books. He knew he needed to get her out of there and fast before they saw her face because once they do, she will be in danger. They wouldn’t stop until she was dead. This is not how he wanted this to happen. He took his palm and put it on her chest to mark her as his. Any other hunter would recognize this mark and maybe it would make it easier to find her. He felt selfish marking her like this because she had no idea what it would mean for either of them.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

At least, I have to find out about the power source, before Cain cooks up another weird ass plan and comes attacking Elijah so he can get his compelled people back. Sighing, I touch the spot where the mark was present earlier. The mark accompanied me throughout my life and now…it’s gone. Cain wanted this from the start, but I never even thought about this. It feels empty now. ***** CAIN POV I look over at Olivia from my spot. She is bothering me for the 10th time in the same day and I am getting irritated now. I might just snap her neck and get rid of her at this point. “ What is it that you want this time? ” I hiss at her while sitting on my chair behind my office desk.

my dad said, dropping a green dusty book which he pulled from a shelf opposite the room. “Could it be the massacre?” Caine asked, taking the book and blowing off the dust. He opened it and got choked by the dust inside. “No, not the massacre, but what caused the massacre. It’s an old book. Contains years and events that brought the Seekers pack out of their hiding. You can take your time, go through it. Or my daughter could help,” “No, thank you,” Caine and I chorused. We exchanged glances like we weren’t just the people who kissed each other before a large number of persons—-who are now corpses.