The Marked Ones Book Novels & Stories

Theoden, sensing her sudden stillness, stepped beside her. His blue eyes darkened. “What is it?” He asked, glancing at her. “It’s the same mark. The mark he had on his neck. Like…a scar.” Selene whispered. Selene carefully opened the book, her pulse hammering. The first page held no title. No author. Only a single sentence, carved into the parchment like a wound: “Twelve were chosen, but thirteen were made.” Theoden’s breath stilled. Selene flipped the page, scanning the faded script.

She hasn’t moved, she just keeps looking up at me. My eyes dart down and make contact with the side of her neck. There, barely visible a mark, the mark that I placed there. King is howling in delight in my mind. My eyes quickly make their way back to hers to see them hardened, she swiftly turns away and heads out the door. The clearing of a throat is when I remember that there were other people in the room. “Your mark may not be gone but it is fading.” That mutt states and when he turns his collar moves and I see that mark on his neck. Did Olivia mark another male? King is thrashing around in my mind and my blood is boiling.

“I’d like to get some food for me and Francine, and go and see Alexandra.” “No, we’re good. I want to get to the Mayer house, anyway, check in with Sully. But one last thing.” “Shoot.” “What’s this about shape-shifting wolf romance books?” Mark shrugged, playing it casual. “Unlike you, Foreman, we don’t all have a former supermodel to curl up with at night, man. The rest of us just make do the best we can.”

I frowned but she burst out laughing. “Okay.” She nodded, and I cleared my throat and asked all of them to join us in the library. I could see worried faces all around. We asked to speak to all of them and I could just imagine where their minds were going. “Arora and I have decided to make things easier for her …” I grinned. “And me and all of you, I’m going to give her a temporary mark.” I had hardly finished my sentence when all hell broke loose and everyone talked at once. I held my hands in the air, silencing them and sighed. “It’s only a temporary mark so that we can take a little more time to get to know each other first. I found a reference to it in one of the books and, after some re

“He’s already in their crosshairs, Rigel. Or have you forgotten why we’re running in the first place?” “Enough!” Selene’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and commanding. She stood, holding an old, leather-bound book in her hands. “There’s something you all need to see before we make any decisions.” She placed the book on the table and flipped it open to a faded page filled with strange symbols and text. “This is a prophecy tied to the mark,” she said, looking directly at me. “It says the one who bears the mark will bring about the downfall of the supernatural order. But it doesn’t specify how. The mark can destroy, yes, but it can also corrupt. The choice lies with the bearer—and the pe

I inhaled sharply at what I was seeing. “ You know what it is?” he questioned with hope in his eyes. I went back to the table where I had a bunch of books I was reading. Just a few minutes ago, I was reading a symbol book when I saw that exact one. I found the book and started flipping through it until I found what I was looking for. “There, that's the same mark,” I showed him. He leans forward to get a closer look. “It's not a mating mark,” He whispers.

And deep inside my chest, the mark pulsed again, louder now, echoing like a heartbeat from something waiting just beyond the veil. The war had ended. But the story of the marked had only just begun.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

“You don't need a wolf to be alpha, you've always done way better and I know while we wait for the arrival of Kenny… you can always be alpha. They've waited for the longest time and I know they are putting up something in jubilation of your return and the new princess' ' Mckenny walks over the pile of files carefully displayed on the shelves as he feels his hands through them. “See anything?” Mark asks to walk over but Mckenny only instructs him to keep quiet. Mark carefully follows him as he walks over his road emanating a red light as they move forward. “Gotcha” he smiles, pulling out a book. “A book!!'' Mark looks at his best buddy strangely. “For a while there I had thought something was

Alone. Marked.