What My Cutie Mark Novels & Stories

My belly curled with desire when I looked at it, remembering the tidal wave of emotion and passion that had been coursing through me in that moment. “Down boy,” Cara grinned, then turned her head, stretching her neck to try and see the bite. “Is that—” “It’s a claiming mark,” I said, then pulled my robe wide so she’d see where she’d marked me too. “Instinct,” I winked. She smiled, then her entire body kind of stuttered and she whipped her head to look straight at me, eyes wide. “Are they… the marks… do they… do anything?” I frowned. “They are part of cementing the bond—”

Kai counters. “Enough, Kai. We can worry about diaper duty when the time comes. Now, let's enjoy our breakfast, and then it’s time for me to take you to get your marking, Ever.” Dad shuts down Kai’s whine fest. How could I have forgotten the marking? I can’t wait to have my mark of the coven on my back like the rest of the official members. It’s a crow sitting on top of a skull with shadows swirling around it. It’s totally badass, and I’ve been dreaming about the Moment I get mine.

I confess through a worried giggle, unable to halt my racing mind. A scarlet glow paints his shocked face as he rubs the back of his neck, sharply taking his hand away from mine in a brief moment of panic. I can feel him burn up beside me as he remains close, a fidgeting mess as he fumbles to answer what I thought was a seemingly innocent question. “What’s that about?” my wolf teases. “You really don’t know what marking is?” he waffles nervously. “Nope. I haven’t got the faintest clue. Is it like tattoos? Will I need to get the shadow crest somewhere?” I curiously ask; intrigued at my mate's reaction while I ponder over where I should get it.

Now that she is away from me, I feel my mind clear and feel myself clearly. I am thankful that my sister came and interrupted us because if she hadn't interrupted us then I would have marked her, we have to go through serious consequences for doing that because marking our mate is a sacred ritual and you can only mark your mate if she is your true mate and above 18 because if you mark someone who is not your mate then his/her body or is underage will reject it and consequences of it will be drastic like going insane or dead. And I don't want to lose her in any way.

“That’s one way to say suicide.” “I will accept the mark,” I said quietly. “The bond. The third attempt.” The air went completely still. Chase stared at me. “You’re sure?” “No,” I said. “But I’m done being scared.” Finn looked up. “What’s a mark?” “It’s when Mama lets Dad bite her,” Fia said like she was explaining the weather. Chase coughed hard. Lucian pinched his nose. “I swear the Goddess is punishing me.”

I glanced at Raina and asked, “Do you want to check the library now, or later?” “Let’s check it now. I also want to know what my mark means,” she said, biting her lower lip. “There’s a bow and an arrow on my mark. After hearing what your mark means, I want to know if mine has a beautiful meaning as well. I’m kind of worried.” I squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry, Sweet Pea. I don’t think there’s anything to worry about. Our marks are just unique, which means we are a special couple.”

I ask. "That's her Mate's Mark, silly!" "A what?" My eyebrows raise Rosie is taken back, "Oh boy, you don't know much, huh?" "Well," I look down, "I just found this out about myself, so, no, I don't know anything." "After you find your mate, you have an urge to mark them as yours; the males are usually stronger. I'm surprised Thane hasn't penetrated his fangs into you yet, " Olivia says; Rosie lets out a giggle.

"Cut" I gave him a look of confusion instead of answering him as I swallowed my saliva hard, what else does he want now? My heart started raising. I could confirm now that he wasn't really happy with the end result. Oh god I should have made the mark much bigger. He might ask me now to cut off a limb. I was handed a medium length blade by one of the men. "You see, now people will know she belongs to you but in order to know that, they need to see your mark. Don't you think?"

I waited for her to continue. “Marking is normally where your mate bites down on your neck to complete the mate bond and signal to all others that you are mated.” She pulled aside her hair to show me a faint scar in the shape of a bite on her neck. I physically pulled back, a little horrified at the prospect. “I know, it sounds a little gruesome, but it is actually quite a pleasant experience. For mates that is, I’m not sure…” She trailed off. I didn’t have to ask her to finish the sentence. She had no idea if it would be different for people who weren’t mates to mark one-another. There was a silence, until she looked at me anxiously.

he muttered, he had that smirk again, why was he doing this, why would he switch from sweet to being jokey, to being angry and sad, all at the same time? "No, I don't " I replied, a part of me felt like my answer was really cold, but I did not know what to say. "Marking" he spoke softly, wrapping his arms around my hands. "Marking means making love, and after that, a mark is inscribed on their mate's body, it could be anywhere" he continued, I knew what his eyes were saying, I was not a kid anymore, but I didn't want to believe it I remembered last night he spoke about marking me, did he mean making love to me?