Warrior Mark Novels & Stories

Warriors reached for weapons they had set aside for dancing. My breath caught. “What is happening?” Danger, my wolf answered at once, no hesitation now. Not memory. Not vision. Real danger. The gates exploded inward. Armored soldiers stormed through in brutal formation, shields marked with a blazing star sigil carved across the steel. The Star Pack. I knew that mark from whispered warnings and old stories. Second most powerful. Known for leaving no survivors when they made a statement. For a moment my mind refused to understand why they were here.

Every gaze shifted to me. The warrior’s smile widened slightly, now you understand. “No,” I said, but my voice was quieter now than before. You’re saying the marks are drawn to power, I continued carefully. “Yes,” and you think that’s me.” “I don’t think,” he said. I know. Darian stepped forward, tension rolling off him. That doesn’t make sense. It does, Ronan said softly. If she’s what we think she is. Kael’s gaze snapped to him, what does that mean? Ronan didn’t answer, because the warrior spoke again. They’re not just watching you,he said to me. They’re waiting for you. Waiting for what? For you to stop resisting. I’m not resisting anything. You are, he said. Every second, the air grew he

He then walked out of the palace to look for the two. * "He's my brother. Alexander." "Okay. So why the blue mark on your forehead?" Sara was curious. "Oh this..." xavier remarked touching the spot on his forehead. "It's a mark because we are wizards. Werecats wizards." "Really, how does it work?" asked Sara. "Sara." Sara felt a feeling rose in her chest. That voice,... Aldophus. Sara then turned to see Aldophus standing meters away from the garden they were in.

He paused again, taking in an even deeper but shaky breath as though he was terrified to say. I was curious. My eyebrows arched as I awaited his next statement. "The markings are the same as the ones we found on the SilverFang's missing warriors," he said to me. It was in that moment I knew—this war was far bigger than any of us.

It was really annoying because he could see her gentle smile each time he closed his eyes. Ace wished he couldn't mark her. He cursed himself a million times for being carried away by emotions. Ace got carried away by the love that he had for his mate because he had been longing to see her for years. That's why he decided to mark her. Ace wanted the fucking world to know that he was his, exclusively his. The destined mate that he had been looking for. The door clicked open and Alexander walked inside Ace's room. Alexander was the only person who could stand Ace when he was in that condition.

“He’s leading them?” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “He wouldn’t—” “He would if Elyra commanded it,” Dwayne cut in, his voice cold and certain. The warrior hesitated, glancing between us. “There’s more.” “What?” I demanded, dread curling in my stomach. The warrior’s eyes flickered with unease. “He was wearing the mark.” The room went deathly silent. “What mark?” Nancy asked, her voice trembling. “The mark of a severed mate,” the warrior said. “A blackened crescent over his heart. It means...”

“It’s supposed to be a manifestation of the beast god Bai Hu.” “How long have you had it?” Jade asked, eyeing the birthmark with interest. She thought it strange. The mark didn’t look like anything special at all—just a patch of skin that was a little darker than the rest. Dark enough to be highly noticeable, but not unusual. Jade also had a birthmark, a particularly shaped one at the bottom of her right feet—which was also nothing special. “Since I was born.” “And how did you know that you were one of Bai Hu’s stars?”

"It is my pleasure and a way for the sylvan elves to honor the human Warrior. I am glad it suits your needs." "That it does." Rhychard turned back to the creek as he heard Marachin turn and walk off, leaving the Warrior alone with his thoughts. He still wasn't used to anyone wanting to pay homage to him, and it made him feel uneasy. He was just Rhychard Bartlett, even if he did wear a sword most of the time.

I asked holding Mark's arm "I don't know Sam, let's see" he said furrowing. That man came forward and extended his hand towards Mark. "Morning, Warrior Kent myself Richard Stanford, future Alpha of Southern moon pack." Southern moon pack, that's where our pack members went after the mishap. "Morning Future Alpha, how's Alpha Norman?" Mark asked "He is very well, thank you" he replied "What brings you here future Alpha, how can I help you." Mark asked politely. We were confused about his arrival at our place. No one comes here.

My lips invaded her neck hungrily and she gasped in shock when my fangs nipped her drawing blood. There was something different about her...she made me feel things I've only felt when I was with Hestia. Our eyes locked in a frenzy when I realized what I had done. Two dots were on her neck. she smirked at me. I marked her. And it wasn't just an ordinary mark. I had made her mine and it means that Galen can't have her anymore. I thrusted into her and her lips parted softly and I watched her eagerness. "You're mine now."