Warrior Mark Novels & Stories

Still he would do it. Second he saw the one thing that he never wanted to see. Aries had a mating mark. From his vantage point Velex saw it. Aries did not have clothes as he had shifted to fight, none of his warriors did. Some had grabbed a few articles as the fighting stopped slipping them on. However most did not wear much and Aries was one of them barely dressed. The mark had been between his shoulder blades and that was a serious fucking concern.

The warrior stands as Quinn reaches him and asks, “Hey Quinn, what’s your problem man, it’s not like she’s marked. That makes her fair game for anyone so back off.” Quinn lets out one of the most menacing growls I have ever heard from the guy. He grabs the warrior by the throat, lifts him into the air and body slams him to the ground. “I SAID SHE IS MINE! This is your last warning. Touch her again and I will kill you.” As Quinn pins the warrior to the ground, his pack mates start exiting the water to come lend a hand if needed. The warrior that was on the ground must have linked them to stay out of it because they all came to an abrupt stop about ten feet away from where he was.

Their howls rip through the air as they choose their doom. We don’t wait. Maddox lunges first, a blur of muscle and fury, tearing through the line and aiming straight for Markus. Markus reacts fast, too fast, shoving two warriors forward, using them as living shields, their snarls cut short as we rip through them without slowing. Blood sprays. Screams choke into wet silence. Coward. The fucker shoves past his own warriors, abandoning them without hesitation. He runs, boots slipping in the dirt as panic finally strips him bare. The treeline is close.

"Oh… I see. I've met my fair share of those too, you know." "Really?" He nodded. "Well, that should help you understand how best to avoid those folks. They're no good. I've had several ugly encounters with the warriors of my own pack back then and a few marks to show for it." I showed him the iron mark on my arm that refused to go away even after such a long time. "You mean one of those folks from your pack did this to you?" He asked with a look of concern and shock all over his face. "Well, not exactly. The wolf who did this was the Warrior Lord. He's not like those folks but he's in charge of them. He's a gamma; a rank below the Betas," I explained.

He looked at me. “The northern wolf never tires of protecting what is his. I accept.” The central space was cleared. Warriors formed a wide circle. Torches flared with excitement. Drake stepped into the center and removed his silk shirt, revealing hard muscles and old scars. At the base of his neck, my mark stood out. A small scar that looked like a crown of fire under the light. Glacier saw it. Clearly. My heart clenched. A mark? How… when? Drake drew his long black sword. Glacier pulled out two short blades, silver light flashing along their edges.

"Nice work! We have caught one of the enemies and now we need to find out what he can tell us about his group. Did you all see his mark?" I asked to make sure that we are certain about him. "Yes, it is in his back Alpha." Beta Alex turned him around as fast and broke his shirt while he groans in pain to show the skin on his behind. The Mark on his back is big enough to confirm that he is a part of the large group that wants to conquer us. I walk towards him and made him face me the warriors and Beta Alex backed away for a safe distance. "Tell me your name!?"

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.

he said and kissed the area sending a fresh wave of sparks through me. “What does mine look like?” he asked excitedly. I hadn’t seen this mark in the last six months and I softly traced my fingers over it before replying. “It’s the Gaffney warrior mark. A snarling wolf’s head and neck that looks like it is made from a suit of armor. My mark looks good on you too, my Alpha.”

Before we get out of the pack, he tells me how my eyes need to be red before I could be accepted as the alpha and rule my pack, and in the meantime, Dante might return to ruling until that happens. IT'S BEEN THREE MONTH," after the whole incident, I just finished being crowned the alpha of the Dark Wand Pack. My eyes had glowed red while saving Mark from a close death call. It was one of his rough plays with Roman and Jared and if I hadn't come online, he would have fallen off the whole building. They forgot he could crawl and they still played with him as if he was still a month old. Mark had no resemblance to Xylah but rather he looked just like Roman which made it more believable. After t