Warrior Mark Novels & Stories

My once-vibrant green eyes had faded into something dull—like sage left out in the sun too long. The fire in me felt like it was flickering out. I undressed fully, slowly, deliberately, my arms lifting over my head as I peeled away the last layers. That’s when I saw it again—the mark. That dark, metallic black symbol on my inner bicep. The mark that came to me in that dream beside Darius’ grave. The warrior’s mark. The Moon’s mark. Her warrior. I stared at it, traced the edges of it with my fingertips. It still hummed softly, like it held something ancient. Something more than even I understood.

Marcel roars again, and the moment he does, his men charge forward. Mark throws himself between them and me, blocking the first few strikes. “Mark, stop this!” Marcel growls. Mark doesn’t stop. He strikes without hesitation. “No! I won’t let you hurt her!” he shouts as he twists behind one of the warriors and snaps his neck with brutal force. My breathing is shallow, my ribs burning. But I start limping forward again, dragging one leg behind the other. Every step feels like I’m dragging a mountain with me. My body’s shaking so badly, it’s a miracle I’m still upright.

He looked at the minister who nodded. There will be an interim council and the prince will be coronated after his 17 th birthday. _____________ The war front smelled of blood. They had been fighting for three days and the fight stops at sunset. . Mithraos watched as his head warrior sped through the enemies like a wrathful god. The man was covered in blood, but that was a usual thing. He watched as the sword pierced through a soldier's body. Mithraos swung his sword and resumed his fight.

I feel safe in his arms, I have no idea what is going on between the two of us but I don’t have the energy to even ask and dissect it so I just push it to the back of my mind. “Beta Kylo said that we are ready to do your warrior’s mark, they are waiting outside at the bonfire.” He says as he helps me up. He wipes my cheeks and kisses the top of my head, taking my hand he leads me out of the bedroom. We walk towards the main door, and I notice our whole team is following us. “The branding connects you to all the warriors and the Alpha King, but we add a special part that connects you to the team you are placed with. We all connect emotionally and can talk from any distance through the mind li

replied the warrior in the same tone, as he moved the cloth covering his collarbone with his hand, revealing a mark engraved on his skin. It looked almost like a rudimentary sign, a rune, representing a flame. The sign formed a vortex that gradually expanded, the lines rose upwards and formed a flame. The man chuckled and shook his head slightly. "She's not there to save you this time, dog," said the aggressive man. Barclay swirled the axe again before releasing the locked arm. "I will console myself knowing that when he catches you, he will tear you to pieces and your screams will reach my death sleep," the warrior declared, shrugging his shoulders.

He hollered a few meters from the rest, and all heads snapped to his direction. Walking swiftly towards him, Alex and Caine got to him at the same time. The warrior pointed to one of the kidnappers lying dead on the ground. Caine walled the closet to the body and crouched to inspect it. His eyes widened when he caught sight of a particular symbol–the mark was that od every special warrior in the Diamond Shadow pack. It was a faint werewolf eye with diamond for its iris. "What is it?" Alex inquired "It's a symbol. It's given to every special warrior of the Diamond Shadow pack alongside the pack symbol. It's here on his back," Caine explained.

Mark cursed when a warrior got on the hood of our car. Mark hit the brakes, the warrior fell forward. Mark immediately pressed the gas pedal to hit the warrior. “What are you doing, Mark. You can kill him!” I screamed. “I’ll punish him before we leave here,” Mark replied coldly. “Are you crazy?” I was at odds with him. “Look, he’s after us. Whether you agree or not. I’m going to punish him for daring to stop me from going out.” Mark is ignoring me. The warrior’s body bounced across the street. The warrior shifts into his human body and gasps. Mark reached out and gave him his middle finger.

A place reserved for ceremonial like this. The warriors formed a loose circle around me as we stopped. One of them stepped forward, holding something wrapped in cloth. My father spoke. “Today,” he said, “you are not just our future Alpha.” My eyes stayed on him. “You are one of us.” The cloth was unwrapped, revealing heated metal, and it was glowing faintly. My jaw tightened slightly. I knew what this was, of course, I did. Every warrior carried it. It was the mark, the crest. A symbol of the pack that every warrior including my father, beared on their skin.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

Damon was already giving me more than I expected. We passed another training ground where warriors were sparring hard. One huge male stopped and stared straight at me. "So you are the marked bride," he called out loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "Bet the rogue who had you first did not think you would end up here." The insult was clear. Several warriors stopped to watch. Damon stepped forward, but I held up my hand. Anger rose hot in my throat. I looked the warrior in the eyes. "The mark makes me no less Luna. Disrespect it again and find out if your Alpha values you more than his contract."