Yeri Mark Novels & Stories

The man said, squinting his eyes a bit, like he was trying to remember something. I questioned him quickly, my voice full of hope.“Do you know anything about it?” Aiden leaned closer, his expression changed from annoyed now to curious. “If you know something, tell us.” “I just… I just feel like I’ve seen that mark before but I can’t really remember where, but it seems important. ” He said as he rubbed his temples. Aiden and I exchanged puzzle glances. “Forgive my manners sire, I’m Ethan.” He said, as if to cover the fact that he couldn’t remember what he wanted to.

“Serenya. I am an Alpha of command, not chatter. What I speak, you breathe. You belong to me. I bet None dared touch you—none dared even breathe near you—at the sound of my name and the mention of my fangs glowing between your thighs.” His cheap boast scalds my skin. My wolf rakes against my ribs, but I choke back the truth burning in my chest: the second mark. A true mate’s brand seared into me, hidden. My mother’s warning tolls like a bell of doom—the second mark must never be revealed. I watch Varyn glory in his hollow strength. “Prepare yourself. Return with the young Alpha,” he says, as if his command carries weight over my life. My pride flares, a blaze that will not bow.

Faelon growled threateningly and Atlas grunted. "I'm just curious about what you find interesting about her. I can see her ex did a number on her and she has a mark on her inner left thigh. Looks like a demon bite," Atlas exclaimed in fascination. Faelon's brow rose as he recalled Lucifer saying she was demon marked. "What does a demon mark mean? Do you know, reaper?" He asked. Atlas shrugged and told him he had no idea but Rai may know. Sophia went to the sink and got a glass of water. They both watched her take a pill and sigh.

“You’re Elara, right? The alphas’ mate.” “I guess so,” I shrug. “Yes, I’m Elara,” I say quickly when she looks at me confused. I cannot expect her to understand our drama. “Pleased to meet you, I’m Erin,” she smiles. “Axel asked me to find you and take you to your room. They’re still busy in the office.” “Thank you,” I nod politely, and follow her. Finally, a place where I can hide. “How are you holding up?” Erin pushes a stand of straight black hair behind her ear. The chic cropped cut looked amazing on her.

Marcus couldn't believe what he was looking at. He immediately called the pack administration office and demanded an explanation. "How the hell do you do your jobs? Who signed off on Zoey leaving the pack? How was it approved?" The person on the other end was flustered and quickly pulled up the records, sending them to Marcus. "It's all correct, Alpha. The departure request was submitted to you, and you personally approved it. Everything is clearly documented." Holding back his anger, Marcus flipped through the files from the past few days. Sure enough, buried among a stack of completed emails was my application to leave the pack.

“Move.” “Wait,” I said, staring at a photo of an older wolf with the mark peeking above his collar. Beside him stood a younger man I recognized instantly: Gage. Same eyes. Same rigid posture. The collar hid most of his throat, but I could see the edge of a mark at his jaw. My pulse jumped. “That symbol is everywhere.” “It’s pack ink,” Mason said, pulling me forward. “It’s not just ink,” I muttered. “It’s a label.”

More than once in the past half hour I had caught unmated males stealing furtive glances at her, and each time my breaths came in coarser as white-hot jealousy flared up in me. The only thing that kept me seated was the knowledge that she bore my mark, two dark puncture marks at the base of her neck that announced to the entire world that she was mine… I leaned forward so that only a few centimeters separated our faces, and even though her smile faded she did not move away. “If they don’t like it, they can bite me,” I murmured, and Layla’s throat worked as she swallowed, eyes flickering down to my lips for a split-second before returning up.

My voice couldn’t erase her suspicion as she sniffed, mimicking a cute rabbit. “No, you don’t smell like him. Stay away!” Her statement reminded me of my lycan form, so I swiftly shifted to set my scent free for recognition. My scent tried to overpower my Little Swan’s sexy scent hanging in the air, which was drastically changed after marking. Her sweet Lilac perfume was now mixed with my masculine scent, announcing my claim on her. She was my Erasthai, wearing my mark, it was a shut-up call for any male dreaming about her.

But his was still burning. "Do you want her to be, I could easily help you with that" I said smugly. when he didn't say anything. "She smells of lavender and pine, doesn't she?" I said smugly. His eyes widen with shock as he realizes that his wife isn't a secret anymore." "He is a rogue, Alaia" Evan told me unaware that he has a mark. 'He has a mate mark' I told him through his head. "So would you say something or I should just ask your mate" I asked the stranger, remembering I didn't even know his name yet.

---- Two weeks later, Somewhere in-country J, ken was getting ready to go to the new restaurant that he established last year. He named it according to what Eiji suggested to him 'Ma-Sa-Ya' when translated in English it means happy. He learned about this word from one of his classmates in college who is a half-Filipino living in country J. It was the same restaurant where they celebrated Eiji's birthday and graduation celebration.