The Marked Ones Book Novels & Stories

“This… mark. It’s not just a scar, is it?” “Don’t be too fat, Marianne,” said Marianne, pursing her lips very tightly. She placed the book on the bedside table, and flipped the book to the ribbon marker. The parchment was yellowed, covered with symbols I didn’t understand, but the image in its center took my breath away: a woman with a glowing moon-shaped mark on her chest, standing under a full moon, wolves bowing at her feet.

Okayyyyyy," I dragged, confused at where the information was heading. He started flipping through its pages again. I watched him for quite a while, sighed, and rested my head on the chair. I brought my eyes down to see Austin still flipping through endless pages of a book and pausing once in a while to glance at Emilia. He flipped and got to the end of the page, then stared down hard at the image on it. He glanced at me then back at the image. He carried the book in his palm and headed towards the human girl that lay lifelessly. He glanced at her upper arm and then back at the book before signaling me to come. I hesitated for a while before finally moving towards him. “The mark Alpha, it's t

The Marked One. ​As I reached them, Noah placed a hand on the small of my back. It was a gesture of protection, but my heart told me otherwise. ​"Tonight, you the neighbors," Cassian whispered, leaning in as I stood between them. "Try not to look so much like a rabbit, little wolf." ​"Why am I here?" I hissed, my hand instinctively going to the collar of my gown to hide the mark. ​"It’s a celebration of strength, Aria," Noah answered, his voice smooth as silk but hard as the marble beneath us. "The Blackthorne Gala". Our allies have traveled far to witness the stability of the Blackthorne territory. Don’t embarrass us."

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She had a boyfriend in her pack who loved her deeply, but I had not expected the marking ceremony to come so quickly. I could not describe the feeling in my heart, but the documents in front of me gradually blurred. With a soft plop, tears fell and soaked the white paper. In a daze, I heard a familiar voice through Penelope's phone. "I don't want to wait anymore. When you meet the right person, you should hold on to them tight." Alyssa's voice carried laughter, clearly showing how happy she was. After Penelope exchanged a few words with Alyssa, she immediately packed her bags to head to Alyssa's pack.

"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."

He must know for sure now that I was lying. “It has your name in it. It is yours, right?” I nodded, surveying it. It was all there. I had forgotten about it. “There were some loose pages. I gathered them all up and put them back in. I hope I got them all,” he said. “You did,” I said softly, touched, embarrassed. “I followed the trail of pages, and the funny thing is….they led me down the alley.” I continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact.

I tried to figure out the reasons for my mind. I noticed a bracelet on the floor when I walk into my room and there are letters carved on it. "Arabella," I read out the name. It sounds beautiful. I guess that belongs to the girl just now. Ah, what a coincidence that she dropped it in my room. Like God answered my question with her bracelet. I smiled at my own crazy assumption. Don't know why but it just made me happy. .........................................................

I looked down at the grass below me, frowning when I caught sight of a tiny book covered with some sand like the person had been trying to hide it at the last minute. I slid off the boulder, picking up the book. I wiped off the dust covering the book cover. Intricate lines joined together to form a tribal mark. A familiar one. I knew the mark from somewhere. The memory of it was at the forefront of my mind, but it was clouded, leaving me unable to figure out where I'd seen it. Flashbacks of a man's naked body gliding over a woman's filled my head. The woman's face was blurred in my memory, but the mark on the inside of her wrist was unmistakable as the man pinned her hands over her head.