Vampire Diaries Hunter Mark Novels & Stories

I whisper back, kissing his lips. My father looked at us with his mouth gaping openly, "Did I... miss something?" Hunter chuckles, standing proudly as he holds me tight, "Abbie and I are mates, Mr. Montero. She's soon to become my Luna." he says proudly, making Chloe and my stepmom's eyes widen in shock. "What?" Tara fumes, making me smile. "That's right. I already marked her and everything," he says, brushing my hair back and exposing my new mark. I can see the red in Tara's eyes as she looks at me angrily.

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.

I said innocently while trying to chew and I honestly have no idea how that worked. Cassie and Sophia burst out laughing their asses out. Cassie and Sophia are my best friend. Cassie was a white wolf, she was the eldest of the three of us, the fastest and my elder brothers mate, who happens to be the Alpha of Inara pack, which is my pack. Cassie is one of my mom's book class member's daughter, hence how we met and how she ended up being my brother's mate.

"As I said before, I am a hunter in an organization called The Vindicta. I have been training since I was ten years old. My parents were killed in an attack by a rogue werewolf and Liam, and I were rescued by Ard’al. He took us in and was a father to us. When it came time for the trials I won. I became a hunter and I've been going on mission after mission ever since. Ard’al told me when I became a hunter that we all have one destined person, a soul mate. We already have a bond, but it won't fully form until we accept each other completely." She looked at me a little puzzled, "What does accepting each other fully mean?" "Well, you are already marked." I pointed to her my chest, and she pulled

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

“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.

Christian remove his shirt and show her the tattoo on his left shoulder. "What are you trying to say?" "You see this mark? This is the mark of the secret organizations of witch Hunters and Vampire slayers. although we don't have issues with werewolves we deal with them in case to case basis." Mira was shocked to realized that the mark she is seeing on his shoulders are the sign that will draw them apart and make them mortal enemies

Bella hesitated. “There are only two possibilities, the way I see it. Either the ritual worked in some way, or this is a mark.” “A mark?” she frowned. “Like when Darian stamped you?” Neither one of them was ever going to live that down. “Yes, and Victor,” Bella admitted. Her eyes widened. “Victor marked you?” “Yes. On two separate occasions, his mark appeared carved in blood on my hand,” she explained. “It wasn't nearly as violent as this, but it's possible that the same thing is happening to Hunter.”

Zev’s deferred growls resonated in my mind, he was scratching my defense walls to take control. “It can’t be true, Zuriel. I want my mate back. Those hunters...they…” Zev was breathless with fear, whereas, the world disappeared for me, leaving me alone with Evelyn, who was sitting with his father. The distance between us was amplified exponentially due to that ring. The mark on it wasn’t ordinary, it was a sign of the Hunters. How? Why? My heart threatened to tear the restraints of my rib cage, as this lightning bolt struck me on this crucial day.