Romans & histoires Yeri Mark

Only the wind moved. Then Lena stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “Then tell me what to do.” Nikolai hesitated. “You won’t like the answer.” “I don’t care,” she said. “If this mark was meant to destroy us, then I’ll be the one to break it.” Something flickered in Nikolai’s expression, almost pity. “Then you’ll need to find the last sigil. The mark of the First Blood. It’s hidden where no Alpha dares to tread.”

Yeri moved away, trying to hide her injury when Morgan put her hand on her shoulder. "Stop, let me take a look", Morgan said, but Yeri pulled herself away. "I'm fine." Yeri pulled her torn t-shirt up, trying to cover the red scratch that stung her everytime she moved. "Was there a rogue around here? Did you fight them alone?" Morgan continued to pry, as she traced a finger on her wound, Yeri flinched. "It's... a vampire nail mark." "I said I'm fine." Yeri swatted Morgan's hand away and turned her back on her, started to walk away.

he commented, glancing at the purple kunijoh in my hand. I raised it with a smile on my face. “Yes, Zelian!” “Xerra, come to our house tomorrow night. There’s a wedding party! Bring Shahrae along!” I heard Oleifa’s voice in the midst of the throng of people going to and fro. I looked over my shoulder and saw her fat being. I couldn’t possibly miss her. She was one of those unique Aryans who had a fat body. It wasn’t because she ate a lot of food just like people do on Earth, according to my father, but she often willed that she’d look that way so that she’d be distinguished more easily. Usually, Aryans willed to make themselves unique in appearance. That is why most Aryans were good-looking.

Leaving her in the past where she belongs. Once her cab had pulled away, I grumpily walked myself to the basement and drove myself to work. I don't normally drive, but I find driving gives me a chance to let out all of the pent-up aggression. Once I made it to the underground parking of our office, I felt a smile creep its way onto my face. I was aware of the office she told me about. It was on the floor directly below mine. It belonged to Mark, one of the marketing executives. They had temporarily relocated to Europe to work with our marketing team for our new building. I was even surprised she even liked the office. It just didn't seem to be her style. I remember how amazed she looked as s

When Jackson left, Eric whispered to Mark, “Do we want to let sis-in-law know? This is her best friend. What do you think?” Mark kept quiet, showing his disinterest in the matter. Not willing to give up, Eric fished out an exquisite box of cigarettes and passed it over. “Want one?” Looking at the cigarette offered to him, Mark hesitated for a second before rejecting Eric decisively. “I don’t smoke.” Eric teased him. “Oh ho ho, have you really quit? Yeah right, as if I believe that. Arianne isn’t here, so no need to pretend.” Perhaps it was for the weak ego of a man, for Mark took a cigarette and lit it in front of the window. The riverside view was picturesque. The White Waters Bay was truly

My mate has marked me again. "Gorgio ... my mate ... I love you so ... yes," I moan as an amazing current completely takes over my body and throws me against his. Era takes over from me, extending her fangs as well. She wipes the spot clean of sweat. And then she bites down hard on the mark she made over a year ago to bind our mate to us, irreversible.

I know we agreed to marking, but I still want her permission. “D…do it.” Erin moaned, rolling her hips, seeking release. I’ve been holding off on letting her cum as I wanted to time it with the mark so it won’t hurt as bad. As I sank my teeth into her neck, I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit to send her over the edge, calling my name so loud birds were flying away from the nearby trees. “It’s your turn. Even if it’s only temporary, you should be able to mark me now.” I breathlessly instructed, offering her my neck, unconsciously showing the side that didn’t have my mark from Jen.

The Obsidian Pack had upheld one law for hundreds of years. If an Alpha ever found his fated mate, his chosen Luna was required to surrender her title. To make it official, she had to step willingly onto the altar, let the priest burn away her mate mark with wolfsbane ash, and watch the Alpha mark the new Luna. When Damon brought that Omega home, the entire pack waited for me to lose my mind. After all, I had helped him claim his position as Alpha seven years ago and nearly died protecting him three times. Everyone was certain I would never surrender my place as Luna to an Omega. But when Damon walked toward me with Ivy at his side, I didn’t make a scene. I only bared my neck and let the pri

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

She only smiled, her eyes locked on Aria. “I have waited,” Sereth said, “for a thousand winters and a thousand bloodlines. You are the first to make it this far.” “Why me?” Aria asked, her voice quiet but steady. “Why was I marked?” Sereth tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “Because the mark is not a curse—it is a choice. And you, Aria of the Shattered Pack, have always chosen mercy in a world that worships power.” The answer struck deep. Aria’s memories surged—the day she had healed a wounded rogue pup when others said to kill it, the moment she had spared Kael after he rejected her, the times she had fought for peace even when vengeance would’ve been easier.