Vampire Diaries Hunter Mark Novels & Stories

When Hunter pulled away, I felt confused but his wolf eyes were looking at me and it felt as though he had thrown a bucket of ice water out over my head. “Babe, I really want to do this, but if we … If I … If we do this, I won’t be able to ever let you go again.” Hunter got off the bed and pulled on a pair of shorts before handing me one of his shirts. I took a deep breath and gave him the chance to get it all out. “Look,” He sat down on the bed beside me. “If a wolf mates with his mate, he marks her. It’s a small bite mark that goes right there.” His fingers slipped over a spot just above my collar bone.

His eyes shifted slightly, locking onto my neck where the mark Astrid had left was very visible. His eyes darkened before he spoke up. “She marked you…” he said, though it was more of a statement than a question. I could not help but smirk, touching the mark on my neck. “Yeah,” I said, letting the satisfaction leak into my voice. “I am as shocked as you are but I’m glad it happened.” Hunter’s face remained blank, but I could see something flicker in his eyes. He didn’t say another word but instead turned around and walked away.

"I need your help." Slowly, he turned, lifting his wrist to show her the mark. Her eyes flicked down. "Oh, black magic. Wasn’t me, boy." "Then who?" Hunter pressed. "Got any ideas?" Caroline snorted. "You think witches advertise this shit? ‘Dark magic special, two-for-one curses?’" Hunter cracked a smile. "Fair. But ask around, yeah? My fated mate is probably wrapped around some vampire right now because someone’s got a sick sense of humor."

I extracted my canines and clamped down on my favorite visible spot on his neck, he moaned and bucked against me, i was marking him too. Mine was a full mark. I marked a vampire, I marked Orian and I made him mine. ___________

“Honestly, Mark, this isn’t the time. I thought we talked about this—” “Do you believe in one death?” I replied. Mark grinned. “For vampires? Two deaths aren’t good enough, but I’d deal it out anyway. Unnatural, children of demons—blood-sucking--” “Mark, that’s enough,” Trinity said, grabbing her keys. “Knock it off.” I smirked. The man was certainly a hunter, whether he was involved in the attack on Henri and the others, I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. I made note to do away with him as painfully and as soon as possible.

He said walking back to the bed. What I love most about my Vampire is that he doesn't lie. He didn't hide anything from our mate. And I saw Callum blushing when he asked about Mating. Oh god. He is so cute. And I swear it was hard when Stephen explained to him about the mating process. I felt my fangs elongating just at the thought of marking him. And thanks to Stephen. For the first time I am glad he didn’t shift when Callum said that he wants to see me again. Phew. It was too close to be exposed.

Author's POV The man standing before her was no other person than Lucien Drazik. The Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack and one of the major shareholders of the Academy. His eyes were staring straight at her, not with guilt, but something more dangerous—confusion. No..... He doesn't believe the way his wolf, Mark, was whimpering in recognition beneath him. He doesn't understand why his nose becomes super sensitive and he could smell her so much. She smelled like peach blossoms. It was everything good and Mark howled inside him, excited and restless.

I push her against the wall, unzipping her skirt and yanking it down. My eyes fall on her sexy ass. That only makes me throb harder. I squeeze her ass, ready to yank her thong down when I notice a symbol tattooed on the side of her waist. The symbol of the Arkan. My blood runs cold, my heart racing. She’s one of them. Suddenly, reality hits and I feel the hatred return. “What is it?” she whispers hornily. I could snap her neck right now… “This mark,” I say quietly. If she is a hunter, does she know what I am? Is that why she’s here? A part of me doesn’t want to believe that. “Isn’t it the mark of the cruel, heartless hunter group?”

he says. Hunter and I have a long history, since Diana was his sister. Things between us were rocky for a long time after she killed herself. But now, our alliance and our friendship are strong again, and he’s always been an insightful man. I smile and pull my shirt away from my neck, showing off my mate mark. Instantly, the group begins cheering. “Wait, is this what your pack was howling about this morning?” Miles asks. “That’s it,” I say proudly.