Vampire Marks Novels & Stories

Absentmindedly, I pressed my fingertips to my thigh over the mark that was hidden beneath my pants. Marku glanced at my traveling fingers. “Since your vampirism was latent when you were born, my mark will only show up when my blood is in your system. It will fade over the next few days and disappear completely.” I nodded my understanding. Coal interjected, “How can a vampire have a royal mark of a Wolf?"

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.

He leaped up and tried to run out of the room. I wouldn't let him. I took hold of his arm and heard a loud crack, and a streak of fire leaped from his forearm. Marcus dropped to the floor as if I had shot him. I looked at the ladies. Mara fingered her crucifix with a haunted look. "You are a holy vessel." A what? Marcus cowered against the wall, trying to keep me from touching him. I stood watching him with my hands on my hips. "Kim, it's not just your brands that can't be touched by a Vampire," Mara said. "It's you!"

“Louder this time. The walls listen.” I swallowed. “Our bodies are vessels,” I recited, voice obedient, familiar words scraping my throat. “Our blood is borrowed. Our breaths are offerings. We are the chosen keepers of the Mark, the last gate between this world and the hunger beneath it.” “And the Mark?” she prompted. The skin on my left shoulder prickled as if it heard her. “The Mark is not a curse,” I said. “The Mark is the seal.” Mother Elara’s gaze softened, but not with affection. With reverence. With fear.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

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 stopped in front of the mirror and gazed at my reflection. The person staring back at me was not any stranger than before. Except for my eyes which looked different, it was no longer the normal shade of brown but had now changed to gray. And my skin was smoother but in all, there were no scars from the dagger wound but there was something there, an X mark.

"May fate and luck be on your side." Elijah didn't know the meaning of those marks on Melia's body, which, to his understanding, were called tattoos. Karina had asked him not to ask about it, and he agreed only after she told him it was because this wasn't the first time she had gone down to that place – lies. He didn't want to see her shut down again, he didn't want to see her like that anymore, and certainly didn't want her to be in that place again. The others wanted the same, but... it depended on other threads that it was better the snow-haired guy never knew about.

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!”

His blood-stained frame left a hideous imprint on my window and left a crimson trail on my shirt as our bodies collided in his reckless descent. I whipped my head around, locking eyes with him as he let out a guttural groan and shattered the arrows embedded in his flesh with a swift crack. My sharp eye immediately identified the arrows as the very same ones my parents used for hunting in our pack, expertly crafted to target vampires with their deadly poisoned tips. Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day.