Yeri Mark Novels & Stories

They weren't fighting the Void; they were negotiating with it. "It is too much," Nocturne whispered. "You cannot simply throw the darkness away. It has to go somewhere." "I will hide it in the blood," Solari replied, his voice cold and desperate. "I will create a class of people who are born to carry the rot. They will be the filters. They will suffer so that the rest of us can be pure. We will call them 'The Markless.' We will tell them they are worthless so they never realize they are actually our saviors."

I smiled at her and signaling her to wait outside. "Miss, can you please help me to zip this dress?" I heard a voice from the room. I peck my head quietly and saw her facing the wall while the mirror is on her right side. She tried to reach the zipper but failed. A white sleeveless gown with a deep V cut that hugged her body perfectly while the unzip zipper exposed her back clearly. I slowly walk to her and help her to pull the zipper up. Her back was facing me.

My lips invaded her neck hungrily and she gasped in shock when my fangs nipped her drawing blood. There was something different about her...she made me feel things I've only felt when I was with Hestia. Our eyes locked in a frenzy when I realized what I had done. Two dots were on her neck. she smirked at me. I marked her. And it wasn't just an ordinary mark. I had made her mine and it means that Galen can't have her anymore. I thrusted into her and her lips parted softly and I watched her eagerness. "You're mine now."

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

“There's nothing here, why are you guys looking at me so weirdly” “Aella, your neck” Brianne said. I turned back to the mirror, examining my neck, “wow” I mumbled, right beside Eros crescent shaped mark was a tiny star with a fire mark in it. “Ava what does this mark mean?” I asked “It represents who you are. The child of prophecy, Zorya” she replied quietly. “It's beautiful” Lily giggled, “you look quite stylish with it Luna” “Thank you” Brianne didn't share in our enthusiasm, she had a serious expression etched on her face, “what's the mark for?” She asked coldly