Vampire Diaries Hunter Mark Novels & Stories

he whispered before tying a cloth around my mouth in his vampire speed and chaining my arms to the bed. The hell ?! “Now be a good boy and open your mindlink and mate link. I feel lost and unconnected with you otherwise. And why can’t I smell my scent or sense my mark on you ? Where is my- …. what the fuck ?! Where is my mark ?” Dominic hissed as he forced my face to the other side to expose my unmarked neck. I rolled my eyes when he expected an answer out of my gagged mouth and moved my face to the side so that his lips fell on my cheek instead of my caged, pouting lips.

Caleb followed me as I walked up to Hunter and placed my hand on his shoulder and Caleb stood behind me with his arm now wrapped around my waist. Samantha found her voice, “Hunter what is this? What are you doing?” She stepped forward and I growled to warn her to stop. Samantha stopped and looked at me. “Hunter is mine.” She said to me as she held her head high but I could hear the fear in her voice. “Is he now.” I said back to her as I tilted my head to the side showing her our mating mark. She clearly could see his mark upon my neck. “Where is your mark?" I asked her looking for any signs of a mark but she quickly covered her neck with her hand.

“Not a chance.” The first hunter lunged before I could argue. My cursed marks flared, black heat ripping through my veins. My hand shot up, catching the bastard by the throat mid-strike. He struggled, clawing at my skin—until the mark burned straight through him, searing flesh to ash. He screamed once before collapsing in smoke. The entity shivered inside me in delight. More, it whispered. Two more hunters rushed in, blades gleaming with a dull, poisoned light. Arielle was faster. Her threads lashed out, catching one by the wrist, twisting until bone cracked. She spun, yanking his blade free and burying it in his partner’s chest.

she sobbed, collapsing against him. “It wants me.” I walked toward the source of the blood, following the trail and scent until I found a large pool of it. “The hell,” I reacted, noticing how much had been lost. Still taken aback, a warm liquid dripped onto my face. From one drop to a continuous splash. I recognized the metallic taste on my lips immediately. My eyes darted upward in suspense, and hanging from the tree was a shirtless guy with his chest ripped out. A similar killing to Annie’s. One that once again involved me at the scene. “Fuck!”

The creature turns toward me again. Mark intercepts it, slamming into its side. “Run!” he shouts. “I am not leaving you.” “You are not leaving me,” he growls. “You are moving so I can fight.” Another Hunter steps forward, raising his weapon. This time it fires. Not bullets. Light. A sharp pulse slams into Mark’s back. He grunts, dropping to one knee. “No!” I feel it snap inside me. The fear. The restraint. Everything holding me back. Gone.

“What did you do—” Dax slammed him into the stone wall before he could finish and pinned his blade to his throat. “Who sent you,” Dax growled in anger. The hunter smiled, blood streaming down his nose and mouth. “She marked you.” His words sent a chill down Dax’s spine. Before Dax could react, the hunter whispered a dark spell and disappeared into ashes. Dax cussed him out under his breath. It was then that he felt it—the mark. Not a symbol on his skin, but something more deeper. Steady and warm, a new presence coiled beneath his skin like a living flame.

He was one of the only other werewolves at The Donatus Academy; Angel and the headmaster, being the other two there. As if the scene was from a horror movie. The thick, but sweet metallic scent of blood filled the air. Being able to taste the metallic essence from the smell, was an effect it seemed to have with it. Unable to tell who the body belonged to, but there was another scent added to the mix as well. Something he had smelled before, though couldn’t quite place his finger on. All he could see was, the body was up against the shower walls; stabbed through the chest with the shower head and piping. Nikolias moved closer to the girl that was in there. Her name was Ester Magnolia, and she

he said softly as he tapped his chin before adding, “Hmm, perhaps if we were hunted, then you could see firsthand how deadly your bloodline is.” Giving him a stoic glare I said, “You don't know if I am even this hunter thing you're talking about.” Narrowing his eyes ominously he growled, “Lift your shirt and turn around.” Frustrated with him I lifted my tee and turned around only to hear him inhale sharply. Glancing back I asked if he found what he was searching for. His confused eyes met mine. “You don't have the mark,” he muttered in disbelief. “What mark?!” I asked in irritation as I tried to see my back.

"Wow. I didn't know you have records of supernatural beings in DustVille" Jason was speechless. How much did his parents hide from him? It seems he was in the dark all along. "Wait, that is Mr. Markings, the janitor at school. He is a vampire. Come on, mom, how can it be true?" Jason was skeptical, looking at the middle-aged man in the old book and the one at school. He was always a loner and worked late in the evening and night at school.

He knows he should be out there trying to help Hunter and Luca in killing Alonso after making sure that Cath was saved but he just couldn't leave her sight. "I'm sorry, baby," He whispered and his canines emerged. Golden swirls shone in his eyes as he dipped his face into the crook of her neck and ever so gently he let his canines pierce her skin as he ejected his serum which washed over her whole body, embedding with her skin to plaster his scent on her like a forever sacred spell which can't be broken. He felt a shudder of excitement wash down his spine and sparks flew everywhere. The feelings of marking her made his whole body tingle with sparks. All of a sudden he felt emotions of such s