The Marked Ones Book Novels & Stories

“So,” Rowan said, sitting back on her heels, crouched in front of our little circle on the porch, “the book says that marks, or signs, like the one we’ve been seeing are Marks of the Underworld. Sort of like a supernatural clue for anyone smart – or lucky – enough to recognise it.”

Angelo then followed suit and sat on the opposite side of Mark. “So, are you now in your right mind since you’re already conversing with me,” Angelo wanted to be sure that- he and Mark don’t have any bad blood anymore, so he went and followed Mark on his table. “To be honest- it’s so hard to approach you. You’re leaking so much- negative vibes around you- that it made me want to avoid you.” “Is that so,” Mark then opened the tablets found in the library’s table. When Mark had found what he was searching for, he then entered a certain; key. And waited for; the books- to be delivered to him.

“It reacted when she touched it. Maybe it has answers.” Idris hesitated, then nodded. “It’s our best lead.” Lena’s fingers curled tighter around the book’s cover. She had barely processed the visions it had already shown her—flashes of a city lost to darkness, voices she didn’t recognize, a name she couldn’t quite grasp. And now, this mark. She took a deep breath. “Then let’s find out.” Carefully, she knelt on the cavern floor, placing the book before her. The moment her palm flattened against the cover, the air shifted.

“The phone you treat like a newborn baby fell? I’d sooner believe that you jumped off a building than that.” Leo’s eyes slid past him to the two figures behind him. “Who are they?” “My classmates. Eugene and Anthony.” William gestured between them. “This is my friend Leo.” “He means best friend,” Leo corrected. “Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too.” Anthony said. Eugene nodded warmly. They joined the queue. It moved steadily, and it wasn't long before they reached the desk. William gave his name, received a heavy stack of ten books from the staff, and stepped aside.

Thorne said, his voice dropping to a warning hiss. ​I stepped closer, my heart hammering against my ribs. Every one of the refugees had the same black, thread-like veins creeping up their wrists. It was the mark of the Dissonance. It was the same mark I had carried, the same mark I had just unleashed on the harbor to crush the Western ships.

“Different points. Different nights. No scent markers. No challenge signs. Nothing that belongs to wolves.” Darius frowned slightly. “Humans?” “That’s what I thought at first,” Ronan said. “Hunters. But they’re not behaving like hunters.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, placing it on the wooden table between us. I stepped closer instinctively. There were markings on it. Not pack symbols. Not anything I recognized from supernatural territories. Just… structured notes. “Where did you get this?” Kade asked sharply. “I took it,” Ronan replied simply.

Gabriel pestered on. “Very funny...” “Holy shit! Guys, look!” Matt pointed at the book, getting the others’ attention. “Woah...” Gabriel’s eyes went wide when he saw the weird markings begin to materialise on both sides of the former blank pages like an unseen invisible force was writing on the book. The markings seemed to be in a strange language, unlike any they had ever seen and was in black ink. Once the markings had filled up both pages, the book began to spin after shutting itself up, much to everyone’s surprise.

— T*****d t*****d Tap read Tap Read T*****D T*****d A****n A****n kindle Although werewolves are still unknown in modern society, we are one of the most powerful species, we rarely get sick, and excellent resilience makes our physical stronger. Once the wolf in our hearts awakened, we can transform into giant wolves that can easily tear apart any human being. Not to mention the Alphas in the wolf pack, they are even stronger than all wolves. As the leader, Alpha will never leave the pack easily unless they died. I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment.

“That wasn’t an echo. That was real.” Ryder was on his feet instantly, pulling me up beside him. The mark on my arm was blazing now, bright enough to cast silver light across the dusty room. “It’s the link,” he said, his voice tight. “They’re using the mark to talk directly to you. To all of us.” “I can feel it,” I gasped, pressing a hand to my temple. “It’s like… static. And screaming. And they’re angry.” “You think you can hide the book?” the voice boomed again, echoing from every corner. “You think you can stop what is already written? Elena failed. Marcus failed. And you will rot in the dark just like them!”

“Don’t let anyone else see that book. Restricted books are supposed to be kept in the restricted section, not under your mattress.” I nodded, clutching the book to my chest as I watched him leave the room. The sight of him shirtless, his muscles rippling beneath his skin, sent a shiver down my spine. But then I caught a glimpse of it—the mark on his neck—and my stomach sank. As the door closed behind him, I glanced down at the book in my lap, my mind racing. Last night had been incredible, but the mark on his neck was just a reminder of just how complicated our situation was.