The Marked Ones Book Novels & Stories

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!”

Malachor murmured, his voice a low rumble vibrating against her ear, close enough that she felt the warmth of his lips brush the shell. “Yes,” she replied, her voice soft, carrying a fullness she hadn't known before. He didn't move, didn't press. His hand remained steady, thumb tracing a subtle circle over her sternum, the motion igniting a spark low in her belly. Elizabeth swallowed, her pulse quickening as she focused inward. There, beneath her collarbone, a subtle thrum pulsed—a mark, invisible yet insistent, like a thread woven into her veins. It connected her to him, this quiet energy that made her skin tingle where they touched.

“Yikes. This sounds…so interesting.” “It doesn’t have to be interesting. It just has to tell me how to get rid of a mate mark.” She opened to the first page, looking at the table of contents. Liam pointed to chapter twelve, which was tilted, ‘The Mate Mark.’ “Bingo,” Liam said. Elaine smiled at him before flipping to the chapter. They began to skim it together, searching for anything useful about removing a mark. So far, nothing. It wasn’t an encouraging start. It mostly listed the effects of a mark.

Clearer. The court was already buzzing. News of the mark, the dreams, the broken memory,the council knew. Somehow, word always spread faster than truth. Conan stood beside me as I faced the high table. Twelve leaders. Twelve judges. One of them, a woman named Cara, looked at me with more pity than I could bear. “She’s marked,” Cara said. “That’s not a bond we can ignore.” “I didn’t choose to be marked,” I replied. “But you chose him once,” another councilor added. “Whether you remember or not.”

______________________ Is it possible to adopt an old man? I wanted Malikai to be my grandfather, he was so nice and bubbly. I was at his house again after talking with some lovely women. “Malikai, how do I have two marks? Even though Killain marked me, I thought it would have faded away by now. Luca marked me first after all.” Malikai took my hand, “oh darling. While I can't do anything for you, I did notice something.” “You noticed something and you didn't tell me?” I felt hurt.

No lines left to cross. Just fire. And whoever burned first.

I apologized. I talked with her for a while. No words—just impressions. Feelings. An unspoken rhythm that pulsed between us. And when I was sure the bond had truly settled, I went back to reading. I wanted to know more. Needed to. And that’s when I came across the part that made me freeze. The marking process. Heat rose to my cheeks so I quickly slammed the book shut. It was enough to know that I can't be marked unless I'm in heat. And the next time it's going to come, I wouldn't be here.

“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

The wolves didn’t move, her powers kept them frozen, for now. She stopped in front of Ash and Kael, the only ones left from her old life. Ash, who might love her but could lose her. Kael, who knew the terrible truth, needed to fight this. “You both want to protect me,” she said, looking at them. “Then we do it my way. No more secrets, and no following their orders.” She pointed behind her without looking. “We find our own way out. Together.” Her eyes, remembering her vision’s spymaster, locked on Kael. “And you tell us everything. Now. Starting with what this mark really is and what this book does.” She held up her hand, the marked palm facing him, showing the glowing crescent moon which glo