Tungkod Ng Matanda Novels & Stories

She looks at me and wiggles her eyebrows. "Woah somebody got mated ,"she smiles clapping her hands excitedly. "Yes,"I nod looking away as I try not to think about last night but my cheeks give it away as they turn red like a tomato. "So are you marked yet did you mark him ?"she asks looking at me expectantly. "Mark?"I ask with a confused look because I don't know what that is and unfortunately no one is caring enough to explain it to me . "Yes marking each other,"she stops talking and realizes I actually don't know what that is ,"well every mate has to mark each other by sinking their teeth into Each other's neck which leaves a special mark that signifys that you are forever bonded ."

Bennett explained. “I’ve never heard of anything like this,” Thane commented, his eyes on my shoulder. “I’m not sure I follow guys,” I confessed. “Zae, a normal mate mark is just a crescent and your mate’s initials. Your mate mark has three things other mate marks don’t have,” Bennett explained. “Is this a good or a bad thing?” I asked. “Since we’ve never seen anything like it, we can’t say,” Bentley said sadly. Shockingly, I wasn’t even worried.

She replied. Zac walked with her towards me, and one of the guys half shifted lurching towards the human, but Zac swiftly kicked him away. He turned to face the angry pack members and said, "Do you all want to die?" He then exposed the mark on the human's neck and asked, "Do you know who this belongs to? It's your alpha's mark. This human right here is your alpha's mate." The pack members gasped, clearly bewildered. Fuck. This isn't what I had planned to do. I cursed at myself.

tawag niya ulit nang akma nitong sunggaban ulit ang matanda. Napatigil ito at marahas na napalingon sa kanya, ang pagkasuklam na nakabahid sa anyo nito ay hindi pa rin humuhupa. "You! Get the hell out of here!" The woman jolted at the sudden uproar.

With my luck, Candido will marry Sibyl and not meet his mate until I am long dead. “How would someone even verify that? Legally?” I asked. “Is this some special branch of law?” He laughed, “Yes. It is. I would be happy to provide you with books on the subject, but in short, mates have matching marks. They’re called moon marks. They match, but they only show after a couple has met.”

He pulled away suddenly and threw his head back. For several moments we both panted in the dark. Gabe lay beside me and pulled me into his arms. He gently touched my shoulder and grimaced. "It's fine," I said dismissively. Gabe shook his head. "No," he said. "You don't understand." I frowned and cuddled closer to him. "Explain it, then." "It's the mate mark," he said. He ran his fingers around the shallow puncture wounds. "A scar that shows you've been claimed. I almost did it without asking."

tang ina paano ba kasi. "Damn it" lumuhod ng patalikod ito sakin at tinuro ang likod nito "sakay" agad akong sumakay dito ng makitang ang kunting liwanag, mukhang malapit na samin ang gunggong 'syempre hindi pa naman kami masyadong nakakalayo sa bahay nila kaya baka madali lang nito kaming mahanap. "FUCK YOU TYRONE!" sa bawat pag sigaw ng gagong yun ay mas lalo akong kinakabahan kaya mas lalong napahigpit ang pag yakap ko sa likod ni tyrone.

“Get in here. Now!” The door burst open, Rowan appearing in a blur of panic. His eyes fell on Maya, and he froze. "What the hell…?" he breathed. She was gasping, her back arched unnaturally, the veins in her neck standing out as her body convulsed again. The mark blazed like a brand, veins of shadow leaking down her skin. “She’s shifting,” I said. My voice was hoarse. “But not like any shift I’ve seen before.” Rowan crouched beside me, studying the vines with wide eyes. "Kael, this is bad. This is really bad."

Baka mamaya ay tinotokis lang ako ng talipandas na ‘to? Taranta at nagmamadali kong hinubad ang t-shirt sa harap niya. I was then again, left exposed on my black two-piece. Hindi ako kailan man nakaramdam ng kahihiyan na ibalandra ang katawan ko sa kahit kanino, pero nang maramdaman ko ang matatalas na titig ni Sancho sa akin ay parang nagtayuan ang mga balahibo sa aking katawan. Tumikhim ako. “Salamat… pero, s-seryoso ba?”

It’s small. Barely enough to trigger a system alert. But it’s there. And that’s all it takes. “Aidan,” I say. He’s already looking at the projection. “I see it.” Matteo groans from his seat. “No. No, we are not doing this again.” The projection remains clear. Empty space. Unchanged. But the readings— The readings are wrong. “Signal fluctuation,” I say. “Source,” Aidan asks. “Undefined.” Matteo sits up.