Romans & histoires Vampire Diaries Hunter Mark

I curled around my stomach, trembling. When it was over, Damon knelt beside me. Blood smeared his shirt. His eyes searched mine. "Are you hurt?" I shook my head. He stood and motioned to the fallen attackers. One of his guards rolled up a sleeve. A tattoo. Black ink. A stylized wolf. I staggered closer. My breath caught. "That mark—I saw it. On the SUV. The day I crashed." Damon’s expression darkened. "It’s Andrei’s mark."

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."

“Well… that’s interesting.” Aria’s voice trembled. “Tell me.” I swallowed slowly. “There’s a mark.” Damon’s eyes sharpened. “What kind of mark?” I stepped back slightly so they could see. The baby’s chest glowed faintly. And the mark rested right above the heart. Aria gasped softly. “I’ve seen that symbol before.” Lucian nodded. “Yeah.” Cassian spoke quietly. “So have I.” Damon looked from one face to another. “You’re all acting like you’ve seen a ghost.”

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

I leaned in close, using the glass like a mirror and tilted my head. There it was.. a small fresh mark on the lower side of my neck, right where it met my shoulder. It looked like a bite but deeper and more permanent.. a mate mark?! My eyes went wide. What the actual heck? That stranger from the woods last night... he hadn’t just kissed my neck and given me those little nips while he was fucking me. He’d marked me..! Like, for real. Claimed me without even asking! I stared at my reflection, mouth open. My hands started shaking. This couldn’t be happening. I was just some nobody Omega who snuck off for one wild moment. And now the whole pack was losing their minds over it.

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.”

"You can't be serious, Amanda. You cannot possibly mean THAT solution." "Why not?" She shrugged, amusement dancing on her lips. My eyes widened. "Wait... do you mind involving me in the conversation that concerns ME?" "She's talking about marking you," Ash said. "Marking?" I muttered. He took a deep breath and stepped closer, his eyes landing on my neck. "When a strong vampire feeds from a human, he leaves a mark, one that lasts far longer than the bite wounds. It's an imprint telling every other vampire to whom the marked one belongs. Only a vampire of equal or greater strength than the one who left the mark can bite or kill the marked one." I swallowed, and I knew that he watched the movem