Vampire Diaries Hunter Mark Novels & Stories

And, quite honestly, he was an ass. ‘A good guy doesn’t mark someone without discussing it.’ I snapped. I had imagined being marked would be such a romantic moment. One that so many werewolves looked forward to. A moment between two people who loved one another greatly. Cherished one another. Sealing a lifetime together. But, Hunter had taken that all from me because he took it upon himself to mark me. An upcoming Alpha who was likely on a power-trip. Showing his strength to those within the room. Proving what he was capable of, knowing that word would spread just what he had done. Ever the hero. But he would never be my hero...

My teeth start to shift and before I know what's happening, I’m biting into Hunter’s neck and licking his blood into my mouth. It's too much all at once. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I’m completely torn apart and held together at the same time. I can feel Hunter moving us out of the water as he holds himself deep inside of me. I don’t remember feeling him unload inside of me and I know he hasn’t knotted me but I can feel extra warmth dripping out of me as proof of his enjoyment. It seems to take me an age to dislodge my teeth from his neck and when I finally do, I marvel at the perfect little mate mark on his neck. Maybe he was onto something about me always being little because

Then, from the darkness, a voice—deep, calm, utterly without fear. "I'm not here for you, vampire." A figure emerged from the shadows outside the broken window. Tall, broad-shouldered, with silver hair cropped close and eyes that gleamed in the darkness. He carried a crossbow loaded with what I assumed were more silver bolts. "I'm here for the girl." My blood ran cold. "Luna Marchetti." The hunter's eyes found me over Alexander's shoulder. "Daughter of Antonio Marchetti. The man who died protecting your kind."

she cried, and I was in shock. "How did you find out about her?" she asked me, looking lovingly at Karen. "McCain's pack tried to kill her in retaliation for killing his mate," I told my mother, and she was angry. "That coward! In his case, the Hunters were simply doing their job. He was in league with vampires and some werewolves doing some shady things. They came for him, and he hid, thinking they would leave if they did not see him. Unfortunately for him, Giles meant business and cleared all the wolves that were present." My mother explained, and I realised her resentment towards the McCains and why she said I wasn't allowed to hook up with anyone from there.

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."

Fin POV I'm now looking outside Vampire High where Clementine will come out in a few hours and go home to her former residence. I immediately wiped away my tears as I remembered my first meeting with Clementine. My tears followed when I found out she was Scarlet. I have lost Clementine. I've lost her for a long time now she will disappear again. Destiny is so deceitful, why does it always want Clementine and me to be apart? "Fin." I turned to my caller, Lit who was super cold of emotion with the three Vampire high students I had ordered.

I really wish I could get to know who this strange man was with all the wealth and connections he's got. The Northern Capital Pack isn't known for its accommodations or a good economy for having such a grand place to live, unless you're the Lycan king himself or a family of his. I let go of my thoughts at once the moment I saw something on my neck. At first, I thought it was a hickey until I saw a mark there. I'm gasp. No, I cannot be marked by this man. Chris will kill me if he sees it. Hurriedly, I go to the bathroom and clean myself up. Thankfully, I didn't bleed much, so I was well. When I was done, I walked quickly to the window and saw that it wasn't that far from the ground. I can jum

I watched Aiday's eyes grow wide, she looked at me, and smiled lightly, "Before I tell you my answer, I need to confess something to you." I got scared for a moment and stood up, ready to hear what she had to say, "I found my mate." My heart crumpled, but she didn't stop, "He's tall, bright blue eyes, dark hair, kind hearted," this woman is torturing me, I thought, "and he's a vampire." I paused when I heard that, "What?" I asked, and she nodded, "I'm your…"

" 'I still remember that there was a bunch of hunters with a sort of weird tattoo on their arms, those hunters were aiming to attack my pack which got me out of control. My pack are my family, and no one hurts or thinks about hurting my family. I burned them all alive to make an example out of them to anyone who dares to approach my pack. What I didn't know, was that the tattoo was not only a tattoo made by a bunch of creeps. It is actually a mark that was held only by gatekeepers, the mark chooses it, hunter, by itself. The moment you kill a hunter, the mark moves to another one. No one knows the reason why the mark chose her hunter for, they're not the same age, not from the same country,

He smiles as the moan came out of my mouth of him licking and sucking the spot. (Alexanders POV) When I hear her moaning in pleasure and it made me lose more control over Hunter. I can feel him trying to take control over me to mark Aurora right there and then. I couldn't let Hunter mark her until Aurora is given the proper Luna ceremony in front of the whole pack. If we were to mark her now the pack might not except the idea or take it as an insult and that alone should have made me stop in what we were doing. Sadly, neither I nor Hunter wanted to stop what we were doing as my hand slowly slide up her dress.