All Chapters of Marking Territory : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

      A Werewolf Novel She was born in the season of death under the layers of hatred. It was said that the moon held nothing in front of her beauty but it was such a shame that she didn't survived. . .Or that's what they think. . .Eva she was born from love and was thrown in the woods in the dead of winter for nature to take her back. But nature had other plans for her. She was the daughter of the strongest being on the earth and was blessed with power's that matched the powers of the moon.The world of the supernaturals considered her dead but she was as alive as the wind.She was the bastard child they thought they got rid of and she was okay with it until he came in front of her staking his claim on her very being. The one The Moon blessed her with. She didn't asked for her blessing. . .She didn't want a mate and him being the one

Fate has a way to turn impossible things into possible. A person can fight his fate all he wants but in the end, things always turn out how fate wanted them to be. Just like Amber. She was living proof of the games that fate plays.Amber, a woman who was thrown in the woods in the dead of winter by her own mother. She was given to nature for a low agonizing death. Who thought that the little girl her mother and her people thought they got rid of was as alive as the wind. As a little girl, she was not even given a little space in her parent's kingdom. And now as a grownup, she has her own Queendom where she decides who stays and who leaves.Pretty much ironic! They say ignorance is bliss and indeed they are right. Amber can give anything to remain ignorant. Amber was always a curious little thing. It was her curiosity

So much love. . .How could they manage to love each other so damn much? No matter how much Amber showed that she didn't give a fuck about love, no matter how much she said that she doesn't care, there was always a little voice in her head that whispered 'You Do Care Silly!'. It was a voice that never left her alone. Sometimes soothing and sometimes it was so frustrating that she can do whatever it takes to get rid of it. But she can't. . . Amber's parents gave her nothing. Hell! they didn't even give a single fuck before throwing her away. But they gave her an instinct, Wolf's Instinct. She was a part female lycan but she didn't have a beast, she can't transform into her lycan form and she was glad for that. Over the centuries Amber had seen Lycan's transformation. It was a captivat

A random person~ That was what he was to Amber but the moment she had looked at him she couldn't keep her eyes off him.Even though his face was decorated with burn marks, cuts and scraps probably from the snow during his journey, he still looked delectable enough. The left side of his face was still mottled black and blue and his lower lip looked a little swollen.When Amber had seen him for the first time laying unconscious on the ground, Amber literally felt something about him calling to her very being. Like there was someone trapped in his body, trying desperately to get free, trying to reach to her.And before she knew what she was doing Amber told the guards to put him in her home. In her own home. . .It was the first time a male laid in her bed, it's not like she hadn't bedded anyone in her awfully long lif

If all your life you have waited for someone and suddenly they came in front of you, your first thought will be to touch them, to feel them, to know that they are really not just a fragment of your imaginations.That's what happened to Darach when his mate came in front of him. Darach became so busy in admiring her that he lost control of his beast who was hell bend on claiming her. Darach knew that he moved too fast.Actually, it was his beast who moved too fast. Centuries he had wasted in thinking that his mate was dead instead of hunting her just because a fucking Oracle said so. He should never have believed her. Darach got a clear idea now that why Oracles were considered mad beings. But aside from his mate, he can't dismiss that it was the Oracle who had told him the way of these wastelands. And Darach can sense a large number of Lycans here. Mayb