Mark of Mates* DISCONTINUED*

Mark of Mates* DISCONTINUED*

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Werewolfs have come out of hiding and now rule over all lands. Ever since then there have been marks on human babies classifying who they will be mates with. The position of your mate will decide your marks color and size. If they are omega your mark will be half your arm and a dusty rose color. If they are regular they will cover both arms and be the color of the run rise. If they are a beta or alpha it will cover your chest and arms with the color of sun set. Now the Alpha kings mark or any royal will cover arms,chest and back and be the color of midnight. Each year the royals will go to all lands in search of their mate, and every year I hide. I have the mark of an Alpha king. This year the king is furious because I've hidden so well but for each day this year, a poor soul will be taken and killed. I've tried to escape my fate but no one can... _____________________ Ok so this is my first book and I'm sorry the description sucks but I really hope you enjoy! Oh and the updates will be slow.
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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ -Unorganized -Poorly written -Cliche I was 14 when I wrote this and I discourage reading it 😬 ------- All art is mine. Completed 07/11/2017 ----- I always used to picture my mate, my true mate. He would be powerful and incredibly handsome, perfect for me. The perfect person to make me feel complete. Every day, I was in that sick place, not looking for him, I continued to grow weaker. Soon, it was hard for me to stand up properly and walk around. Soon, I was way too thin, starved. Soon, I was losing all hope. One mark on the ground, one line, one day. I never stopped making lines, and soon enough, I had about 30. They didn't really matter to me. As a new line appeared everyday, I seemed to care a bit less about them. But hope soon was slowly coming back to me, because of the view outside window. --- I am shit at giving descriptions. But I honestly WOULD NOT recommend this book I was like 13-14 when I wrote it and had no clue what I was doing

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