Vampire Marked Novels & Stories

"Okay, well, when a Vampire establishes a bond they have to bite their intended. That bond is permanent and strong. The bond that I can sense with you is weak and wreaks of dark magic. This bond is temporary and can be broken a couple of different ways. 1. The dark witch that created the bond reverses it or; 2. The victim's mate, if they have one, marks their mate. It has to be done infront of the vampire to completely sever the bond. So you and beta Rollings would have to stand in front of Donovan while your mate marks you." I quickly became uncomfortable. I remember just how...intimate...it was when rolls marked me. I don't think I could willingly go through that humiliation. "If it helps,

Yet everybody I had met since leaving had been so sincere and helpful. A strong pain hit me and I whimpered. Gerwulf raised my arm and I saw that my veins had begun turning black and the wounds from the bite was now seeping a thick tar like substance. He placed a small pail underneath my hand as he continued holding onto my arm. "Venom," Gerwulf mumbled to himself as he watched my arm start to turn black. "It's how a vampire marked their meals and mates. Sort of like how a wolf scented their's."

"There's two of them." The bite wounds had healed a bit quicker than a human’s would have, but since the Preliminary Blood Mark was meant to be left incomplete, Sofia could only hope they would fade with time, like all other scars. They were prominent enough now, however, and Sofia could see the wheels turning in Feral Vampire’s head. "She is Marked," he muttered in confusion. "Doesn't smell Bound, though,"

)) [[ see for yourself ]] I looked down at my chest and instead of teeth marks there’s a tattoo of a heart with vines wrapped around it and a lock over the vines [[ now look here ]] she had opened her shirt to show me on her chest was one identical to my own with the exception of the heart and vines having a key instead of a lock like my own (( y-you marked me? [[ Did you intend to reject me? Is there someone else you wanted? ]] (( no of course not but I just didn’t expect you to do that )) [[ you’re my mate Chadwick of course I’d mark, if you thought werewolves were possessive then welcome to the world of Vampires, are you going to mark me? Or am I too young for that too? ]] (( do you want

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.

Elara, I want to deepen my mark on you, as if I could bite into your very soul to ensure no one else dares to claim you," Damian replied, flushing Elara's cheeks with embarrassment. For other she-wolves, such a mark might instill fear of their own fated mates, as the meaning of a marking for a she-wolf signifies possession and dominance by her mate. "Hahaha, mark me again if you wish," Elara retorted, slipping off her cardigan to reveal the string strap of her blouse and the mark on her fair shoulder to Damian. "Sorry, this might hurt a bit," Damian murmured, kissing Elara's skin before tracing his mark on her shoulder with his tongue and then sinking his fangs into her flesh.

"A female all alone out here in the plains? How lucky are we?" They slowly closed in on me, and my Beta power surged out instantly, making them hesitate. "She's a Beta!" "So what? She's alone." Several rogues lunged at me, and I instantly shifted into my wolf form. I struggled desperately to break out of their circle and run toward pack territory. When I collapsed at the door of my rental, covered in blood, I received a message from Matteo. [Sabrina's back now. What we had is over. Don't cause any trouble.]

I said, the words coming out in a whisper. Vanya turned toward me, her voice firmer now. “Would you rather sulk in silence after his death, filled with regret for what you didn’t try? Or would you give him the only chance he has?” She stepped closer. “There’s power in a Lycan’s mark. One born not out of duty, but choice, so do it.” A strange warmth bloomed in my shoulder, the place where Azrik once marked me. It pulsed slowly and faintly. Almost like it heard her.

She swallowed hard and I could see the fear in her eyes. “You…” she breathed, staring at me like she had seen a ghost. She rose her trembling hand and pointed directly at me. “You’re … you’re a vam…vamp…vampire!!”

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.