The Marked One Novels & Stories

I extracted my canines and clamped down on my favorite visible spot on his neck, he moaned and bucked against me, i was marking him too. Mine was a full mark. I marked a vampire, I marked Orian and I made him mine. ___________

“Maybe you can start by telling me what being marked means?” “Laura, have you been in contact with any other wolves apart from Lucas and I?” “Not that I know of. Why? What does it mean? Is it bad?” “I don´t know how to tell you this. But being marked means you´ve been selected as a permanent mate by the werewolf who marked you. It´s the werewolves' version of being married.” “What?!” “However, since you didn´t mark the other werewolf, it´s not going to work. So don´t worry. But who could have marked you? It couldn´t have been Lucas because I know for a fact that he´s --. It can´t have been anyone of us.”

Tattered clothes. Rogues. But not just rogues. I squinted, with my heart thundering, and that’s when I see it. A faint blue mark on each of their necks. A crescent shape, glowing slightly even in the daylight. My breath catches. The Blue Marked Ones. Rogues who were bound—branded—by someone powerful. Someone using them. Which means this isn’t random. They were sent. And they found us. I reached over, unbuckle the twins, and whispered, “Don’t make a sound. Stay low.”

he commented as if trying to figure out a puzzle. “Mark her,” Alex stated, stepping back from the now dead Marly. “What?” I questioned, uncertain how that could help. “Mark her. It might be her only chance to come back to us,” Alex repeated. “My uncle had already marked her,” I replied, but Alex shook his head. “His mark did not take; otherwise, it would be there now. Do it, you fool! This may be the only chance!” Alex restated.

The room was stale—poorly lit, thick with the scent of damp earth and standing water. Shadows clung to the cracked stone walls like secrets waiting to be spilled. Ron sat at the head of the long table, flanked by Alphas and Betas from both recognized and rogue packs. The air was tense, each word measured, each glance sharper than teeth. “She’s been marked,” a voice muttered. It came from an older Alpha seated near the end. “Claimed by Aries. That makes this personal.”

I would throw every last bit of power I had into it. I hunched over, barely noticing the throbbing in my gums as my teeth lengthened, and for a moment my mouth hovered hesitantly over the nape of my mate’s neck. Then I bit down, breaking skin, and the coppery-iron taste of his blood came spilling into my mouth as I Marked him. This is going to scar, I mused cynically to myself, wincing, but the observation lasted for barely a moment before I was plunged into a world of vibrant colors and emotions so overpowering I almost lost my footing at the joy of discovering that something remained of Hector.

Clicking his tongue most probably feeling a bit stupid, Marking turned towards his men and nodded. Soon, a click followed and as the glass fell open, Markings said again, this time his voice dragging the sentence, "It is show time."

The fear that coursed through her veins was palpable, threatening to overwhelm her. "Well, I can assume that you might be someone special to Mara," Mark, the shady man, drawled, his voice dripping with malice. "You're probably not like him, or I would have known. My name is Mark, and what do they call you?" His words were laced with a calculating curiosity, his gaze piercing through Lucia like a cold blade.

“Why are they here?” Alric’s gaze landed on him, flat and suspicious. “They’re asking questions. Said they had a vision. Said they’re looking for someone they called…” He paused, then added with extra weight, “The Marked One.” Ezra’s stomach bottomed out. The mark on his arm burned, hot and sudden, like it was answering some secret call. Kael’s voice came low, steady. “Did they say his name?” “No,” Alric said. “But we both know who they meant.”

Her green eyes are looking straight in his eyes and there is nothing else around them. "Mark me!" says Donny. But Karo doesn't understand what Donny means and looks at him and doesn't react. "You said you would do whatever I told you." Donny tells her, coming over to her and grabbing her hand. Her hands are shaking his hands. "Mark me, Karo!" he says. “I can’t mark you. The first one who is marked will be the one who will submit in the mate bond. ” "And I want you to mark me!" says Donny. "This is a command"