Warrior Mark Novels & Stories

Urged on by his support, the warriors moved again. So did I. A Warrior came at me brazenly from the front. In one swift motion, I knocked his feet out from under him, so that he landed with a deafening thud on the hard ground. Maya shouted, and I turned to see one of the men had her by the hair.

His jaw tightened as if contemplating something dangerous. "The Moonmark," he said finally. "It’s real. And you’re the key." Sena felt a chill run down her spine, but it wasn’t from fear—it was from something deeper, something more instinctual. The Moonmark. She had heard the legends, of course, the stories passed down through whispers in the dark. The mark of the Goddess, the symbol of power, of leadership. But she had always thought it was just a myth. An old tale told to keep the Mute Wolves in line, to remind them of their place.

"Hold the line! Don’t let them past!" An alpha to his left staggered under two rogues at once. Mark lunged, kicking one off and skewering the other. Blood sprayed. His voice thundered. "Stay together! Do not break ranks!" One of the younger Betas shouted, voice cracking with fear. "They fight like demons!" Mark grabbed him by the arm, yanking him upright. "Then fight like wolves! You are a beta. First warrior of your pack. You’re not alone — look around you. Every warrior here would die for you. Stand your ground!"

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

Mark stepped forward, his authoritative presence commanding attention. “These warriors don’t recognize you, John,” Mark said, addressing me. “I’ll have to introduce you properly.” I nodded, understanding the need to maintain my alias for now. Mark turned towards the warriors, his voice steady and confident. “Gentlemen, this is John. He saved my life during our hunt today. I vouch for his loyalty and courage.” The warriors exchanged glances, their gazes assessing me from head to toe. One of them, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, spoke up. “We don’t just let anyone into the mansion. The Alpha forbids it. We need to be sure.”

The rogue also bears the mark of the disgraced, a scratch made by the alpha's claws on the left side of the face. Nathan chuckles humorlessly, reclining in his chair. "There's a fine line between courage and flat-out idiocy." I keep my head held high. I won't back down, no matter the consequences that may come. I grit my teeth and clench my fists as the will to punch Nathan increases. "Then again, if you're that willing to throw away your life, you've come to the right place," he responds flatly. He stands and opens his arms wide, mockingly. "Welcome to the Elite."

“To be honest, I don’t really remember what I screamed. It was a little before… “Of course, a huge beast is rushing after you. I can’t even imagine how it is - a wolf puts a mark on a person, - Marta threw up her hands. - Huge mouth and thin neck! “It was more fun when she marked him,” Ba said. All the women, except those who joined us later, laughed. I was at that wedding ceremony, but I already remember the details very badly. "His mark healed much faster," Lark grumbled, adjusting the collar of his shirt to hide the bite mark. No matter how many years passed, it was still clearly visible. Wangity label, true pair label.

But today I trained with heavier swords, and I know I can fight, using them with some skill. Eleline is dressed in next to nothing but tight black shorts and a tiny black top, exposing all of her flat, toned abs with no curve in her hips. His hair is braided and he has warrior marks all over his body, from his cheeks to his arms and belly, all in a shade of red that I think is supposed to mimic blood. My marks are black, and are only present to represent the pack. To represent the forbidden god and wait for your personal blessing today. Ragnar approaches me.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

Martin said to the warriors. “Now pair up and start spurring” Martin gives us orders, and I am paired up with this huge guy with a huge scar on his cheek. His face is scary and there is no doubt he was Williams best warrior. I remember his face from that day. Thinking of him and that day makes me angry, and I lunge at him.