Vampire Diaries Hunter Mark Novels & Stories

"MARKING PREY." The Hunter's eyes flared. A beam of red light shot out, striking Mia's chest. She gasped and stumbled back. When the light faded, there was a mark on her shirt, a glowing red symbol that pulsed like a heartbeat. "What the fvck is that?" Brady asked. "The mark," Willow breathed. "Rule four. If a Hunter marks you, run. Marked prey cannot hide." The Alpha Hunter screeched. And from every direction, the sounds of more Hunters responded.

“You really haven’t heard, have you?” I frown. “Heard what?” He steps in closer. Close enough that I can feel the heat rolling off him. He tilts his head slightly, studying me like he’s debating whether or not to tell me something. And damn it, the way his gaze trails down my face, lingering just a second too long on my lips, makes me feel uncomfortable. Not because I feel anything. Nope. It’s just…ugh, whatever. It doesn’t matter. Mark notices, though. That stupid smirk grows. "Hunters. They’re in the city. On campus, actually. Looking for supernatural creatures to kill."

She cried and screamed in pain but Hunter was busy in torturing and punishing her. He was not only brutally hurting her body but mostly hurting her heart by showing that shes nothing. Nothing but a mare thing that anyone can use as they wished and will throw it away anytime. He kissed her breasts and sucked on her cleavage roughly making his purplish marks all over her upper body. That bite mark that Dylan had darken was still there. Like Dylan. Hunter also bit that mark roughly digging his teeth in her flesh making that mark again fresh. He bit every part of her body making sure to leave his mark all over.

His bite throbbed with heat, with anger, with something dark he didn’t know how to hide. Hunter pulled back and stared at the mark with a twisted kind of satisfaction. His thumb rubbed against the mark he made as he looked into my eyes with that smirk Then he lowered his head and buried his face against my cleavage. Sniffing like a hungry dog. His breath was shaking like he couldn’t get enough air. A faint sound came from Mom’s room. The click. The shuffle. I froze. Hunter didn’t. His grip tightened like he didn’t even hear it. He was too far gone.

"I'm already ashamed that my son is in love with a boy." My hands clenched but the hunter ignored me. "But making me look like a fool?" His gaze hardened. "That I won't tolerate." Derek stared as his dad pointed at the side of his neck. "The mark." The hunter smiled. "You thought I wouldn't recognize it?" Derek looked pale while his dad laughed. "We've studied wolves for centuries, and we know what mate marks are." Derek's face drained of color. The hunter pointed at me. "You're sleeping together."

Hunter chuckled, his lips brushing against her neck as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "I want to mark you," Hunter murmured, his voice husky as his lips hovered near her skin. "I’m already yours, Alpha Hunter. Mark me however you want," Aleah replied, her gaze steady and full of love. Hunter stared at her, almost in disbelief. A slow smile spread across his lips as he leaned in, his mouth brushing against her neck. His eyes shifted, glowing their striking gold with emerald hues, as he bit her neck with passion. Aleah clung tightly to him, her grip firm as she felt the intensity of his mark.

head to the left, looks me in the eye and says, “You want me to be your woman. You come to see me every time I’m on stage, you sit in the same spot, hold your whiskey, but don't drink it until I leave the stage, almost like you afraid that if you drink any I won't be there when you come up for air. I watch you watch me as I leave unless Kenny is talking to you about me, like the last time you were there. I can feel your attraction to me. As much as I am attracted to you. But I don’t think you know enough about me to want to be with me and I am a puzzle you wish to put together.” She takes a napkin and wets it with the condensation from her drink as wipes her brow. I look at her, studying he

Gunner “I should’ve killed that son of a bitch,” I growl out. “Please tell me you saw what I did,” says Hunter. “The mark on her shoulder?” “Yeah. That is the mark of an angel, I thought they went extinct.” “Obviously not. There is something about that girl.” “What about her, she’s an angel.” “Apollo is interested in her.” “Do you think she is your mate?” “I don’t know, but I plan to find out.”

Wyatt asked quietly. I shrugged. “I know I’m your erasthai, Wyatt. But this won’t work, you know that. I’m a werewolf hunter. I’m from a big city and I live in a loft. You are a king. You live in a castle in the middle of the mountains and the woods. You have an entire army at your disposal and a kingdom of people to rule.” I shrugged. “I am not regretting anything,” I said, trying to soften the blow of my words. “And I would like to spend some time getting to know you. But I think that you and I both know that I will end up going back to my world and you will go back to yours.” “You marked me,” Wyatt said flatly. “I marked you. And we’re fated mates. None of that goes away jus

It seemed stuck in her throat. "But, you know what I am?" "Yes." She touched her throat as though worried about what had happened a moment ago. "I've heard stories about you." She leaned back. "Your sister, Sharra, had a hunter mark me. I'm a vampire now." Her words sounded sad, and I felt momentarily sorry for her. I knew Gabriel had similar feelings.