The Marked One Novels & Stories

"You know the rules. Contact means consequences. For both of you." I stare at the message, my jaw clenching. Marcus has been my mentor since everything changed. He's kept me alive, taught me how to control my abilities, how to channel the wolf without losing myself to it. He's saved my life more times than I can count. But he doesn't understand what it's like to be this close to her after all these years and do nothing. He doesn't understand what it's like to have your soul mate ripped away. Another text: "They're watching. If you reveal yourself, if you break protocol, they'll come for her too."

Only then do I look at the others, who were pale as shit. “What does being marked mean?” Nabi and Tamara stood there, gawking at me with horror written on their faces, and that… wasn't helping. Yumeko, still grinning and enjoying the whole drama, supplies an answer, “It means you've just been screwed.” Okay, sounds terrible. Yet, I don't get it. “Who's he? Why are Nabi and Tamara on the brink of panic? And why do I have to worry about being marked… by him.”

“Can somebody please explain what is going on?” Celeste turns to look at me, looking alarmingly defeated. Luca leans closer, examining the dust. “That’s marking powder, Hailstorm. Hunters use it to tag their targets. Once it sticks, they can track you anywhere.” I step back, feeling sick. “So what—you’re saying someone marked us?” No one answers. “Well, not sure if all of us were the intended target. But yes, we have been marked by hunters now too.” Celeste wipes her fingers clean on her sleeve. “We need to tell someone.”

No one is going to take this joy away from me, no one, she said to herself ….………………………………………………………………………………………. Marko stumbled down the cold streets of Canada, visibly intoxicated and struggling to maintain balance. Clad in minimal attire – a pair of jeans, a light top, and boat shoes – the biting cold seemed to have a firm grip on him. Along the way, he encountered a poster featuring Brindle and Richard's faces.

I wandered to a spacious square by the sea. It was populated with werewolves. The sea was not far away. Young couples leaned against the railing, shooting photos. Some of them asked me to help take photos of them. I could not refuse requests from lovely wolf couples. I stood on my own, looking far away. The phone kept ringing. The first one was from my parents. “Mom.” “Young Alphas are engaged to their Luna, and they are having Soulmoon wine. What are you doing?” I smiled at the phone.

I smiled at her and signaling her to wait outside. "Miss, can you please help me to zip this dress?" I heard a voice from the room. I peck my head quietly and saw her facing the wall while the mirror is on her right side. She tried to reach the zipper but failed. A white sleeveless gown with a deep V cut that hugged her body perfectly while the unzip zipper exposed her back clearly. I slowly walk to her and help her to pull the zipper up. Her back was facing me.

“That’s how he moves.” “You’ve seen him before?” “No, my lady. His presence is… hidden. I never got to stand in a close range to him .” His voice trembles. “But once… I saw his neck.” “His neck?” I echo. “We can’t recognize him by that.” “But, my lady—there was something on it.” “What?” I whisper, urgency tightening my tone. “A mark. Like a claw’s cut.” I glance at him, my pulse loud in my ears. “So if you ever see him again—if you see that mark—you’ll know?”

To save this mission, I knew there was only one thing I could do. "Mark me" I say turning to Toby, who to say was shocked was a huge understatement, he just stares me out not knowing if I was being serious "that's the only way we're gonna get in, just mark me!" I exclaim moving towards him, but I knew what type of pain I was about to endure.

I slowly lowered my gown sleeve, revealing the mark on my left arm. "She's Marked," the lady stated. I smirked at the middle guy; I could see the pain and humiliation in his eyes. Among the terrible things, that was the only perk of being marked – immunity to death by any other werewolf, except the one who marked you. "I guess I will live to see another day," I said with a smile. As I turned to leave, the middle guy quickly appeared in front of me, blocking my view. "Where do you think you're going?" he snarled, revealing his sharp fangs.

she said while flipping through his cards. He has a curved, arch-like, shaped like a wing, with a star inside a circle Mark on his collar bone. A Mark only Damneds or human immortals have. Even though he was dead for a moment and Azrael only saw him once in person, she remembers him to have such a big and bright smile.