The Marking Novels & Stories

LILA'S POV “What happened to your mark?” Theo's eyes moved over my face, and for a second he looked like he didn't understand what I was talking about. Then his gaze dropped to where I was staring. “My mark?” “The infinity mark.” I pointed towards his chest. “It was there before.” Theo looked down at his shirt, then he reached for the collar and pulled it aside, exposing the skin beneath it. I leaned closer. There was there My eyes moved over his chest again, at the dark infinity symbol he had showed me that day.

“It has my number and my address. Meet me later today by six and we can go over the details.” I slowly took the card from him. Sebastian Sinclair was boldly written on it. He walked back to his chair, took his seat, and began typing on his computer, the same way he had earlier when I walked in. I took that as my cue to leave. I barely made it out of his office before Macy rushed in front of me, curious to know his response. I placed the card in my back pocket. “So?” “He agreed to bring it up to the board and promised to get my scholarship application reviewed.”

It was about standing beside Alaric, not just as his mate, but as someone the pack could depend on. “And the marking?” I asked hesitantly, my heart pounding as the words left my lips. Alaric leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as his gaze softened. “The marking is different. It’s private, something between us. It’s a bond that ties us together on every level—physically, emotionally, spiritually. Once it’s done, it can’t be undone.” The weight of his words settled over me, making my chest tighten. I understood the significance of marking, the permanence of it. It wasn’t just a declaration—it was a binding connection t

Another memory claws up from where I tried to bury it. My wedding night. The room was dark, shadows everywhere. Agora took his time, stripping me down like I was something to carve, not love. His hands, his mouth, all cold. No warmth. No kindness. Then his teeth. He marked me fast. His canines were tearing in while he whispered against my skin, blood running hot. “Now you’ll never escape me.” My wolf shrieked, fighting, but his mark slammed the door on her, quieted her down to nothing.

Seeing nobody yet, she walked out of the room and down the stairs quickly. Moving down the hallways, she finally found what she was looking for. The hallway with the portraits of the odd creatures. As she looked further at them, she could tell they were different. There were more than six portraits that had different markings on them. She looked down to her mark and sighed. ‘So why does mine have two?’ She thought, then went to leave the hallway. Only, she bounced right off something and stumbled to the floor. As she looked up, she could see her father standing there. He smiled and held his hand out to her.

or something like that. Then there's The Marking. Not like biting or stuff like that. This one is for the entire pack. Special paint made by witches, from moon dust, sun dust, first snow water, dew drops and white roses. Weird, right? Anyway, this one is mostly like drawing tattoos, but with the feather from a white owl.

'I got this' I assured him. "Would you like to tell me about your mate?" I asked changing the topic. "What has that got to do with this?" He asked. "Is she tall and beautiful? Dark haired? kind and sweet?" I teased him waiting for a reaction and I wasn't disappointed. He struggled to break free from the chain but it only burned him more. Something told me it was silver. "She is dead" he lied. In the book I was reading when the mate of a mated wolf dies the mate mark begins to slowly fade. But his was still burning.

This attack needs to be a surprise, catching him off guard. Entering the tent, I find Cole engrossed in studying the map, his attention so intense that he remains oblivious to my presence. As I draw nearer, my eyes catch a glimpse of a mark on his neck, initially resembling a hickey or a playful “promise bite” as we teasingly refer to them. However, upon closer inspection, I discern that it is no mere hickey, but a profound mate mark.

Would’ve I was dead? I quickly got up from my bed, turning on the lights. I ran over to my mirror and looked at myself in horror. There was a huge bite mark on my right shoulder. It was still slightly red, but it couldn’t have healed this quickly. I ran my hands over the new sore, grimacing when I felt pain. It wasn’t a dream?

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”