Yeri Mark Novels & Stories

She, in turn, collapsed to the floor. "From today onward, if you dare to hurt or deceive Sadie, I won't let you off easily," Yerick warned. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a mark on her chest. "Why do you have a pear blossom-shaped birthmark there?" "Have you gone mad, Yerick?" Yaslyn shot back, her eyes filled with fury. As she hastily adjusted her attire to stand, Yerick, taking advantage of his strength, impulsively tore at her collar to get a better look at the birthmark. Reacting swiftly, Yaslyn slapped his face harshly.

Amber's cheeks turned red when she remembered that moment. Amber hadn’t marked Darach on his neck as he did to her. She had marked his skin above his heart. Her message very clear, his heart belonged to her. Amber was demolishing many stereotypes. She was the first woman in the history of Lycans who had marked her male. “I think we will leave you two for some quality time alone. We will take Isak with us.” Aric muttered uncomfortably. He always got uncomfortable whenever Amber and Darach flirted with each other.

I couldn't resist joining in, clapping and chanting, "Kiss her! Marry her!" Chris turned to look at me, his face a picture of shock. "Fiora, have you lost your mind? I'm your mate!"

“How did you get this?” “I’ve…always had it,” I said breathlessly, my excitement growing. “This is the mark of an ancient coven. Of Jerusalem. A secret coven, one of extreme power. One rumored to have relations with…wolves. And rumored to not even exist. How do you own this?” I felt my heart pounding. “I….don’t know. I was told it was my father’s. I…hadn’t even thought of it.” He turned it over gently, looking at the back. His eyes opened wide.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

Suddenly Kyler’s eyes squinted and zoomed straight towards my neck, before they widened like huge saucers in shock. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, his eyes refusing to ward off from the a particular spot near my collarbone. “What do you think are you looking at ?” I frowned and tried to squirm away from him. “The mate mark,” he whispered, tightening his hold over me. “THE WHAT ?” I shrieked. “The mate mark. You know when werewolves or vampires or dragons, etc, ummm do “it” and bite each other,” he explained as if I was a frigging 13 year old, about to hit puberty.

"M...mark?" Erin stammered. She couldn't believer her eyes. "Mark? What are you doing here?" She asked terrified. Mark moves forward to embrace Erin, holding Erin in his arms, Erin, her eyes sharp and watchful, noticed a swift change in his demeanor. Mark's eyes were filled with an abnormal, unreadable light, his smile shifting into a cold, calculating grin. Erin's heart raced with fear and suspicion, but before she could speak, Mark turned to her parents, his voice warm and friendly.

“Are you heading that way?” I nodded. “That’s why I’m going to. I’m Mark.” He was around 5 '11 in a pair of black jeans, a white T-shirt, trainers and a jacket. His hair was long and curly, he had a big nose, over a wide lips. “You can keep the book.” “I don’t think I need that…” “I think we are going to see each other often, Miss…” “Eris.” He let go of the map. “We’ve the same major.” He said with a soft smile, and I nodded.

Branded. Take that, Mark

exotic. "I'm Ryker. And you're gorgeous." He winks at me. I blink once. Twice. There is a real smell of cheese in here. I roll my eyes and turn to move around, when I see it. The mark on his neck, peeping out from his polo shirt. The mark of a mate. I turn my manic gaze on him, furious that someone could belittle the gift of a mate so freely. It is an insult to my mother. I hope his mate is as slimy and disgusting as he is. He does not deserve anyone better.