The Mark Of The Werewolf の小説・ストーリー

“Marking is the process of mates becoming one. It's been known right from time that if werewolves meet their mates, they mark each other. It is done by sinking their teeth into each other's neck and sipping a little of their blood. When they do that, their body, soul, and mind become one. They are joined together forever.“ Okay, now that scares me. It's not the being joined together and becoming one forever part that freaks me out; it's the sinking of teeth and sucking of blood. Why on earth will I feel the need to sink my teeth into Stark's neck and suck his blood? I'm not a bloodsucking vampire. I scrunched my nose and looked back at Sasha. “Is it necessary for the marking thing?“ She nodd

Information about children from mixed families, werewolf and human, she read very carefully. But she never found any information about her mark. She searched, of course, she tried to find, but it was all to no avail. She learned how werewolves mark their chosen one, biting through the skin and mixing the blood with transformed fangs, which also changed the smell of the chosen one a little, making him more familiar. But she could not find anything about her mark. And she was still afraid to ask those who lived on the estate. There was a specialist in Naples, since, as a mother of a werewolf, she had the opportunity to be observed in a good hospital by an excellent specialist.

My injured hand couldn't grip things well, but my Alpha strength was still there. CRACK. The cheap lock broke, sending wood splinters flying. The drawer slid open. It was empty, except for a single manila folder. The flap wasn't sealed. The edges were yellowed with age. Somehow, I picked it up. The moment my fingers touched the paper, my heart started pounding erratically. I pulled out the document inside. It was an Application for Mate Marking Registration. The most sacred legal document in werewolf society. Once signed by both parties and the marking was completed under a full moon, it would be recorded in the pack's history, protected by werewolf law.

I look at him confused, “Okay, Bryan’s bitten me before. I’m confused about how this is a trap. I was able to get away from him.” Taran shakes his head, “Wolf mating marks are different than a normal bite. They use their wolf’s teeth to leave a permanent mark on the base of the neck. The creator of wolves blesses the mark. When a wolf marks someone as their mate, it establishes an unbreakable bond. If the wolf marked you, it wouldn’t force you to love him, but you will never love another. He can influence your emotions, he will be the only one that can give you an emotional connection, and if anything happens to him, it will cause you physical pain.”

"How are your friends doing after the wedding?" "Oh, I don't think their life changed much. You see, werewolves are pretty different. They have the mate bond that we talked about, and I didn't know, but they also have the marks, which are pretty much like a marriage, just that they exchange part of themselves with it as well. He wanted to get married because he had that mindset, but they were pretty much married since they marked each other." "What do you mean marked?" "They have some sort of very personal ceremony. Werewolves bite each other in the space between the shoulder and the neck. The scar that is left of that is pretty much like a wedding ring. That is also, in a small part, to sho

Xavier answered. Scarlett folded her arms across her chest and stared at Xavier, "Really... Who are you, actually? You know too much. You're even too clever to be just a human," Scarlett asked. Viggo began to grow suspicious, as did Arlo and Scarlett. The three of them stared at Xavier together. Xavier lowered his head and rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing a mark resembling werewolf claws but in a small size right on his elbow crease. The mark glowed, and Viggo, Arlo, and Scarlett could all clearly see it.

“Do it, mom; I have to see what happened to you.” Ethlyn looked at Calvin, but when she didn’t receive any response from her, she turned around as requested by Roselet. Roselet observed a big area of Ethlyn’s neck and shoulder bitten, and it was still fresh. Ethlyn was still bleeding. “Daddy?” Roselet held Calvin’s hand in concern. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Whenever a werewolf marks anyone, then, in the beginning, it looks like in the same way before forming….” “Tattoo?” Roselet asked in between, to which Calvin nodded his head.

The screams that ripped from their throats weren't just about physical pain—though the shadow-ink burned like liquid silver—it was the sound of their souls being stripped of their status. "The Mark of the Outcast," Silas announced, his voice booming like a funeral bell. "Etched not just into the skin, but into the spirit. You will never shift again. You will never hear the call of the moon. To every wolf you encounter, you will smell like rot and betrayal." On their foreheads, a jagged, broken-moon symbol began to glow a sickly, bruised purple before settling into an indelible black. It was the ultimate "face-slap" in wolf culture—a brand that could never be hidden, never healed, and never i

Six let his head fall back and hit the floor with a thud. “Why didn’t I think of that word? It is so simple and…anyway whatever. So during the final moments of mating the male wolf will mark his mate with a bite to the neck completing the claim that they are forever together. The Mark shows other wolfs that the female is spoken for or taken, a pacl wolf thing.” Shyly I gazed up at him and asked. “Why can’t you Mark me then?” Lazily Six brought his hand up to place on the side of my face. He caressed my cheek bone lightly as he spoke to me.

he trailed off, wondering if he could believe her story. “You wouldn't be moved to claim her if she wasn’t yours. Did you mark her neck?” he inquired. Wayne stiffened at the question. He'd no desire to claim her when he bedded her last night. He felt nothing. Not even lust. Just emptiness. The claiming mark was an eternal mark, that male werewolves gave their mate to mark their territory and wade off every other male. It was given during consummation and it remained imprinted on the female’s neck, fading only slightly. Any other male who slept with another’s mate with the mark was a crime punishable by death. It was a battle to the death.