Yeri Mark Novels & Stories

They glowed faintly, etched in silver and shadow, curling along her arms and collarbone in patterns that made her stomach twist. Mara sucked in a breath. “That is not Moonfire.” Sera’s voice cut through the tension. “It is older.” Elise turned. Elder Sera stood at the entrance of the temple, her form solid but faintly luminous, her expression grave in a way Elise had never seen before. Sera approached slowly, her eyes fixed on the markings. “The Mark of the Deep,” she said. Ryn’s voice dropped. “You said that was a myth.”

"You are a werewolf Bree and have been marked by a monster who your mate.. Hey guys don't forget to like. The next chapter has been uploaded on d****e @davi's story place on d****e. Bye for now

Once I arrived, I took the elevator to the top floor where my Beta Erik is waiting for me with a smirk on his face, which quickly vanishes when he sees I am not happy. “Don’t tell me you didn’t get laid last night.” As we entered my office and closed the door behind him. “I got more than I bargained for.” I said and showed him the mate mark. Erik’s eyes widened, “Holy Shit! You marked that girl?” “It’s more than that. Terk says she is my mate. We marked each other. Last night was her first time too.” I said. “Your one-night stand was not only your mate but also a virgin and you still fucked her?”

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.

"You delayed our Marking Ceremony thirty-two times for Ivy. You humiliated me in public and nearly killed me for a 'fake heir.' Now that I’ve found an Alpha a hundred times stronger than you, what right do you have to bark at me?" "And let's get one thing straight." "We never completed the Mark. We never formed the Bond. Under Werewolf Law, I am not your Mate." "I am a free wolf. Whoever I choose to bed is my business." "You and that lying, manipulative Ivy deserve each other. So lock yourselves away and rot together. Don't come near me." Ethan choked on his breath, seemingly stunned by my defiance. "What did you say? You want to sever ties completely?" "I forbid it! You are an S-Rank warrio

Another memory claws up from where I tried to bury it. My wedding night. The room was dark, shadows everywhere. Agora took his time, stripping me down like I was something to carve, not love. His hands, his mouth, all cold. No warmth. No kindness. Then his teeth. He marked me fast. His canines were tearing in while he whispered against my skin, blood running hot. “Now you’ll never escape me.” My wolf shrieked, fighting, but his mark slammed the door on her, quieted her down to nothing.

he growled. “Don’t… don’t…. don’t stop,” I gasped. I would be a fool to stop this. Ryan not only worshipped my body but he took great care in doing that, something I thought wasn’t possible. The other boys I had dated didn’t even match up to a quarter of the kind of man Ryan was. “No… not yet,” he suddenly said, withdrawing his fingers from my clit. “What… what?” I gasped at the sudden coldness. “I won’t mark you yet…not yet…”

Liora gasped softly, her body arching into Christen’s touch, as if she could sense what was about to happen. Christen’s wolf mark seared into Liora’s skin, a bond eternal and unbreakable. The sensation was both painful and exhilarating, a brand that marked Liora as his and his alone. Liora’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as she felt the heat of the mark spreading through her. Her body trembled, not in fear, but in surrender, her trust in Christen absolute. “You’re mine,” Christen murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. His lips brushed against Liora’s ear, his breath warm and inviting. “Forever.”

“Oh my goodness, Your highness.” “What is it?” She asked, turning her head at her. Erica grinned, gently massaging her shoulder. “I can’t believe you have such a fine skin like this. Aww, so soft like silk.” She didn’t want Diana to know about it yet. Diana shook, rolling her eyes. “ You almost got me thinking. Thanks for the compliment, by the way.” Erica didn’t want to tell her about the mark, but she was going to let alpha Derek know about it. The affected area looked so red like she was burnt with a hot iron.

Mark voice comes through my phone speaker, I thanked him before hanging up. I took my laptop and went straight to my email, I went through what mark sent to me. In the next few minutes, I stared at my laptop screen confuse. Fiya is princess Safiya of Herakleopolis city, how is this possible. This is confusing.