Warrior Mark Novels & Stories

[Wind : 1 high mark (violent winds ; sharp blade) + 2 marks (mini tornado ; increasing the speed) Water : 2 marks (water jet ; shield) Earth : 1 mark (earthquake) Fire : 0 mark Lighting : 0 mark Mixed elements : 0 mark] So the mark he had just created on his energy core was a high mark and he didn't even know that high marks existed, and if all the special techniques that were in the books they had found in this cave were like this one, then he and Adrian would have a definite advantage over the other warriors of their grade because the power of their special techniques was truly exceptional.

Jerry leaned toward him and murmured something. Marten's eyes shifted toward me. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly. Only slightly. Then he turned back to the warriors. I stopped a few feet away and waited. For a moment I simply watched him, the cold air moved through his dark hair. His armor caught the grey light from the mountains. The scars across his neck and jaw seemed more visible today. He looked less like a king, more like a weapon, a weapon preparing to be unleashed. It was tradition that an alpha hero would have scars from past wars he had conquered and that defined him fully.

The warrior asked, his gaze flickering over to me for a split second. “Yes.” Eric growled again. Okay, was the growling completely necessary? I think by now they got the picture, even if they didn’t know the truth. The other warrior that was with them, but keeping quiet looked over at me. Unlike the other warrior, his gaze lingered. “I don’t sense your mark on her.” The warrior that was looking at me spoke. “She doesn’t have her wolf, it is complicated, but that is why she hasn’t been marked yet.” Eric replied, this time he spoke normally, instead of growling his words.

The young warrior held her in his arms, looking at everyone, while in a voice that was clearly his wolf's voice, shouted: - Mine. Drake, orders his men to stand back, who shift and, without stopping to stare at the small group, retreat on their alpha's orders. Mark walks over to the young warrior and puts a hand on his shoulder. The warrior, not knowing it was Mark, grunts, but when he sees his Alpha's eyes, he groans, never letting go of his mate. - Congratulations willy on finding your mate. Now let go, the girl needs to breathe. He lets her go, and when the girl walks away, he grabs her by the hand and shouts:

Their markings are on their right shoulder. 2. The Warrior Captain. Armed with the ability of the Silver Soul and Toxic Soul or—in rare cases—fire soul. Because they had both strong toxic silver, fire souls weren't immune to their attacks. They also had quicker agility and were faster than a fire soul. Their mark is found on either side of their arms. There can only be one Warrior Captain in a pack, and it wasn't hereditary.

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

Jarek’s voice crackled through Kael’s comms device, sharp with adrenaline: “Movement on the western pass. They’re coming.” Kael’s heart thundered in his chest. “Hold your positions. Wait for my mark.” From the western edge of the ridge, dark shapes emerged through the morning haze. The Crimson Fang’s warband appeared like shadows cast in steel and blood. Their leader, a towering Alpha with jagged scars crisscrossing his face, rode at the front atop a massive wolf, his eyes blazing with cruelty. His pack’s banners—a tattered red fang against black—fluttered menacingly in the wind.

In the centre was a crescent moon with two swords going through it and the swords were placed in a way that made an X. To regular people, it looked like a weird burn scar or tattoo. But among wolves, it was a warrior’s mark. The training instructor of the pack decided whether or not someone had earned a mark based on their competing with warriors from four main packs. When a wolf earns it, it was etched into their side with a silver needle so it’d show when they shifted as fur wouldn’t grow where the needle left a mark. In the rare case of the warrior not being a wolf, a tattoo machine would be used. Each part of the mark represented where someone was acknowledged as a warrior. The top teeth

Though the more terrifying thought- perhaps I was just doing better? It had been a while since I had been to a club myself. Perhaps I could do this with three birds and one stone instead. Perhaps I could get my d*ck wet while also being lectured and getting my questions answered. I found myself growing eager for tonight's events. While I wasn't exactly looking forward to my brother scolding me. I was looking forward to finding a hot new mark. I like to think of my conquests as marks. Similar to a hitman. I find the person I want, then make them want to come with me. I've never been denied once. I have fame and good looks to thank for that. I know I probably come off as being vain, but in act

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."