Vampire Marked Novels & Stories

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

I gasped, “Clark… You we’re invincible right now?” “I’m not that foolish to make these mortals watch me brand my mate” His voice became softer, “Now you can hear my thoughts and with his mark, I can find you anywhere even under the layers of earth” He lifted his sleeve, revealing a small snake tattoo on his arm, “This is the Nobu” He explains, “This is the mark that binds a Vampire to his mate” I stared in disbelief, “You did what? Are you crazy?” “It is tradition my dear” he chuckled darkly.

He is the strongest Vampire who has never failed to fulfill his task but today he is showing his incapable side. " I dare not to lie, Master! The Mark indeed belongs to the Leader. I saw that on her neck! Even I tried to -!" " Evan Martin!" He growls at him, " No vampire can be marked. Marks only for weak and low species like Wolves to control their weak people. How did she get marked if she is a vampire?" " Maybe - She is like Leader. A hybrid!" " Leader can't be marked." " But he can mark others!" Evan Martin, a handsome vampire who has no age information about himself, looks at the elder with a disappointment.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

And I knew I could not tell Nikolai. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, forcing the words out despite the way my voice trembled. He laughed. It was low. Dark. It curled around me like smoke and made my skin prickle. “The vampires have a rare trait,” he said slowly, leaning back in his chair. “When they claim a human, they bite into their neck and leave a mark called the Blood Mark. It binds them. Body and mind.” My fingers curled into my lap and I could almost feel his teeth again in my neck, claiming me.

“It's way more than that. We have: Moonfeast: Once a month, the village gathers beneath the Bloodwell. Goblets overflow with mortal blood, and the air fills with haunting music played on bone flutes and silver strings and the blood is shared one by one. The Claiming: A ritual where vampires mark chosen humans as theirs, lovers, thralls, or prey. Possession is both power and devotion. The most terrifying of them all. The Eternal Silence: A law forbidding loud laughter, music, or mortal-like festivity. Joy, if it exists here, is quiet, dangerous, and always tinged with hunger. Where are we, in prison?” “Okayyyy… That's wayyyy worse than I imagined. I won't even survive one week here. How do yo

—he gestured to the large, broad-shouldered one—“and this one here is Lucian.” I nodded, committing their names to memory. It was easier now that they didn’t look like they wanted to kill me. Maybe getting bitten by a vampire and surviving had earned me some points—or maybe nearly dying for their boss did. Ryan tilted his head at me. “Can I see it?” “The mate mark?” I asked cautiously. He nodded eagerly, but Xavier immediately cut in. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Ryan frowned. “Come on, I haven’t seen a mark like this before. Touching won’t hurt.”

After counting forty-two new vampires, he asked with a sneer: - Did you cover them up? nodded, pointing at the men and women with bleary eyes. - Check the girl. Mark's request, more like an order, jarred Orkid, but he did not indicate his place to the presumptuous wolf. Early. And, flickering, disappeared into the haze. “She’s gone,” the first words reached the ear, and then the figure of a vampire appeared.