Vampire Marked Novels & Stories

"You want to know what the matter is? Well I guess you'll have to fight me.” Hearing that, I smirked, but his assistant seemed to not want him to do that. She immediately shook her head, leaning close to him. Despite that, I could still hear the things she whispered to his ears. “I know you aren't happy, but I'm going to tell you exactly what you need to know. He's a Lycan, and you should avoid being beaten up like the last time.” I didn't say a thing. I was worried and at the same time scared. All I wanted was simple. I wanted to be able to get the lead.

The first manifestation of pregnancy that most Vampires have is sleepwalking, a mental breakdown then beginning to gradually lose awareness and memories. While making love at that time, Phoebe was bloodthirsty and tried to bite Louis' shoulder to drink blood, it was not because she was too hungry to take the risk nor because Phoebe was too hateful of Louis to attack him. Phoebe's action at that time was to create a "mate" link with Louis, but… Louis refused this connection by brutally beating Phoebe and causing her already weakened spirit to become even more damaged pity and fear for him.

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."

Dark magic, etched in blood. Griselda’s breath hitched. “This isn’t just a curse. It’s a summoning mark. Whoever carved this into him… used him as a vessel.” My blood turned to ice. “A vessel for what?” Her gaze lifted to mine, hard and unflinching. “For a skinwalker.” The words hit harder than any blade. If Mark’s corpse had been used as a host, then whoever had planted him here hadn’t just infiltrated my walls—they had walked among us.

He moved closer to Arabella, he grabbed her by the neck and leaned in. With his eyes fixed at me, he sank his teeth into her neck and marked her, like he was a vampire. I gasped and almost tripped. Losing my balance. Tears fell freely down my eyes and I did nothing to stop it, despite being in the presence of Alpha West and Arabella. What did I just watch? Mark a mate on the neck like a vampire was strongest form of making. Anyone marked like that cannot be rejected again by the said mate. Immediately I took off. Out of the room. Out of Alpha West and Arabella’s sight. Out of the pack. I ran with every remaining strength I had. I didn't care that the gown was not mine.

“There’s no one in here but us. Besides, Vincent is stationed right outside the door. If someone tries to get in, they would have to get past him first.” “Good point.” She laughs awkwardly. “Sorry. My mind must have been playing tricks on me.” “There’s no need to be sorry,” I smile wryly. “You told me some important stuff.” “Oh I did? Like what?” “Whoever is after me is a vampire. And they’ve got a mark. A black one, shaped like a half crown.” “So what now? What do you plan to do?” “It might not be much but it’s definitely a place to start.” I look around us. All the candles have gone off. The window still remains closed.

And then he was able to do it, he was able to go through the Glam with his mind, he was able to see the little things that wandered in the Glam, the butterflies, the bats, the birds, ravens, fireflies, everything, he adventures forward but still he didn't get to see what he had expected to see. Mark, on the other hand, ran through the Glam, his speed matching that of Talon's wild mind. Mark ran in his spirit self, making his self invincible to all things that exist in the Glam, he ran through the Glam until he found something...more like a vampire, though a bit bigger than a normal vampire, this one looked stronger, not just that caught his attention but the wailing lady which the vampire wa

​"Now, Aris!" ​As the doctor quickly hooked up the leads and adjusted the sensors, I stood back, my hands trembling. I stared at her neck. The Mark, that beautiful curse that had started all of this, was no longer its usual faint silver. It was pulsing. A toxic, bruised violet light emanated from her skin, casting an eerie glow across the underside of her jaw. It looked like a living thing, a parasite gorging itself on whatever was left of her spirit. Just like it did with the void.

To our salvation. A vision hit me then her eyes in the dark, wide with recognition. The soft gasp of her breath. The press of her palm against my chest. The burn where the bond would mark us both. I stumbled back, shaking. “We meet tonight,” I murmured, chest heaving. We mark tonight, my wolf growled, savage and certain. And no force in this realm or the next will keep us from her. The wind howled around the Pack House, echoing the truth I could no longer deny.

“How did your animal react?” “It was fi—” I pause, blinking. “Well, it came out and tried to mark her.” “As in a mating mark?” Ricky’s face goes pale. “Did you give her a mating mark?” “Well, it tried, but there’s no bond. I would have felt it.” “You gave her a mating mark during intercourse, and she drank from you.” Ricky looks white as a ghost. “I’m not following you.” “Do you know what it means when vampires drink during intimacy?” Ricky demands.