Vampire Marked Novels & Stories

I extracted my canines and clamped down on my favorite visible spot on his neck, he moaned and bucked against me, i was marking him too. Mine was a full mark. I marked a vampire, I marked Orian and I made him mine. ___________

I’m sure I would know if I had, but better safe than sorry. “A Vampire's mark is placed on their chosen mate's body, usually upon the neck, collarbone or shoulder, but can be placed anywhere. The mark symbolizes that the Vampire is taken and for others to steer clear. A Vampire always has a choice who they mark, but in very rare circumstances a Vampire will have a gifted mate. A gifted mate is a person who was specifically made for the Vampire from birth. Gifted mates are extremely rare, only 12 Vampires in the known world have a gifted mate. There may be others out there, but they have not yet been revealed. It is said that the bond between a Vampire and their gifted mate is unbreakable, an

But standing there in the cold, March night, face a bit numb, it was the best I could do. He just stared back at me. His stare seemed to pierce my soul, as if he were seeing right through me. It looked as if he were debating how much to tell me. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he opened his mouth to speak. “Caleb!” shouted a voice, and we both turned. A group of men – vampires? – dressed all in black, marched right for us. Caleb turned and faced them. Caleb. I liked that. “We have no clearance for your arrival,” the man in the middle said, deadly serious.

Faelon growled threateningly and Atlas grunted. "I'm just curious about what you find interesting about her. I can see her ex did a number on her and she has a mark on her inner left thigh. Looks like a demon bite," Atlas exclaimed in fascination. Faelon's brow rose as he recalled Lucifer saying she was demon marked. "What does a demon mark mean? Do you know, reaper?" He asked. Atlas shrugged and told him he had no idea but Rai may know. Sophia went to the sink and got a glass of water. They both watched her take a pill and sigh.

After seeing the look on her mate's face, her smile dropped, and she rushed over to him, "what's wrong?" Gore moved his head to the right for her to see. "This." Gore looked down at her with a raised brow. "Well you know how when wolves mate, and the two are left with matching marks to show everyone that they are mates, it's the same thing with vampires." Harlow explained, then moved her hair away for him to see the same flower. "Umm," Gore stood up, and in no time his lips were on Harlow's neck, sucking and licking at the markings there.

I reach out to brush the hair off of her face and her frown only deepens. “The man tonight, he bit you, did he not?” “Yes, but I’m fine. He -- “ “You’re not fine. You have been marked.” I watch as her hand goes to the spot on her neck that is now scarring over. The thought of his lips on hers, against her neck, him tasting her blood enrages me all over again. “He what? What are you talking about?” “You’ve been marked by a vampire.”

He went after her. Every male vampire marks their mates by biting them on the chest. That would ward off any males around their females. That was a sign of marking their territories. A silent proclamation that whoever dares to approach their mates will result in death. "That's the tragic part. I couldn't. Not without Calvin. But my mate would kill me if he found out I already had a child. He would do the same to you." "I will defend both of you," he proudly said.

And as each vampire drank, she recited a chant for the potions effect to be activated, "Sorvex vampyri, veneficus draconis , Zarathrax nocturnum, umbra potentis" As she did this, each vampire wore a mark on their forehead, a symbol rather, using a trace of the potion to do it which reinforced the potion's connection to them and could be used as their new brand. The leader of the vampire, loved the idea of that. The change was good.

My wolf keeps chanting in my mind the entire time. Sweat slicks our skin, and her nails digs countlessly into my shoulders as pleasure builds, coiling tighter and tighter. The base of my cock begins to swell, locking us together in the mating knot. I bite down on the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, marking her as mine in the way only werewolves can. In the only way I've always wanted to. In the same spot I'd bitten when I turned her.

“It’s not important. I didn’t say anything—” “Should I pull the tapes?” The woman asked. “She’s compromised. Whether he’s on the way or someone else is doesn’t matter at the moment. They’re coming.” Mark clenched his jaw. “I checked her.” “It’s probably deeper than you can reach,” another person said. “He’s older than any vampire we’ve ever dealt with.” Mark clenched his jaw, and he shook his head. He looked down at his hand. “Get the defenses ready. I’ll do a deeper check.”