Warrior Mark Novels & Stories

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.

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

As they made their way through the crowd, Silas noticed that many of the wolves were staring at Alex, and he couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking. Silas took a deep breath and entered the tent, followed by Alex and Finn. "Your Majesty, I have brought someone I'd like you to meet," Silas said, bowing before the Alpha. "Who is it?" Zemo asked, looking up. "This is my uncle Mark. Remember, I told you about him.He trained me in combat when I was younger," Silas replied, trying to sound casual. Finn stepped out of the tent to join the other warriors when he saw the ease everywhere.

I was neither here nor there, stuck between two worlds. “So then what was all this talk about the Messiah? About me being…The One?” “Our doctrine, our ancient law, tells us that one day a messenger, a Messiah, will arrive, and lead us to the lost sword. It tells us that on that day, war will begin, a final, all-out war between the vampire races, a war which will even drag in the human race—and the werewolves. It is our version of the Apocalypse. The only thing that can stop it, that can save us all, is this missing sword. And the only person that can lead us to that is the Messiah.

She was flustered after talking to Kabir. "Why do I feel this way?" She whispered quietly. Yara barely heard her above the loud music. "How do you feel?" Yara questioned but got no reply, Minahil was busy looking at Waniya and Ahmed who were standing some feet apart from them. *** Waniya was wearing a black and white bandana top with a blue ripped jeans. Her belly was pierced and she was wearing a silver colored piercing. Her hair cascaded down her sides in thick curls. Eyes embellished with thick eyeliner and intoxicated from the alcohol she was drinking. Her smooth, curvy figure was aligning perfectly with Ahmed's chiseled body who was standing behind her with one hand wrapped under her bo

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

​As Selene stepped forward, the silver crest on her arm flared brightly through the dark wool of her cloak, illuminating the falling snow in a brilliant halo of celestial light. ​The warrior gasped, dropping his star-iron spear into the snow as he fell heavily to one knee. The two scouts on the rocks above immediately lowered their weapons, bowing their heads in unison. ​"The Mark of the Record-Keeper..." the warrior whispered, his voice trembling with reverent shock. "The ancient blood has returned."

he said quickly, carefully helping me upright. The moment he touched my back, pain exploded through me so violently I nearly blacked out. I could barely breathe. Voices echoed around me distantly. Muffled. Like I was underwater. Then one of the warriors suddenly froze while staring at my neck. “The mark,” he muttered sharply. Fear flashed across his face immediately afterward. “Stay awake,” another warrior ordered quickly while helping support me. “Don’t close your eyes. We’re almost there.” I tried. I really tried.

No emotional collapse spreading through the pack anymore. The convergence had changed. And somehow so had I. Another warrior approached more hesitantly this time. “You should see this.” Something in his tone immediately sharpened my attention. Kael noticed too. “What happened?” The warrior glanced briefly toward me before answering. “The markings.” My stomach tightened instantly. “What markings?” “The silver ones,” he said carefully. “They’re appearing across the territory.” Silence followed immediately. Cassian frowned. “That doesn’t sound reassuring.” No. It didn’t.

“Bring him in.” The warrior nodded and stepped aside. A moment later, a tall, scarred man walked in, his presence commanding. His dark hair was streaked with silver, his amber eyes sharp with experience. “My name is Garrick,” he said, his voice deep and rough. “I used to run with Miguel’s pack before I saw the monster he really is.” Kaida narrowed her eyes. “And why should we trust you?” Garrick smirked. “Because I hate him more than you do.”