Children Of The Mark : Story Of The Tainted Ones

Four hundred years ago, a man named Vasilus stole a crown and drowned an empire in blood.



When he finally died stabbed by on hairpin of a woman he’d raped the priests said his sins were too great for hell alone to deal with.



So his descendants would pay.



That’s how it started.

One cursed bloodline. Then thousands. Then millions.



We’re called the Tainted Ones now.

Branded at birth. Hated by law.



I’m 06/50.

I don’t have a name.



My sister was all I had. Then she was raped and killed like her life meant nothing.

When I asked for justice, they nearly beat me to death.



So I ran.



I made it to Nalara, where I could finally breathe. Where no one looked at me like filth.



But Sanctem is still standing. And they’re still killing.



Even if I die for it,

I have to fight for my future — and the future of those after me.



How do you fight a future that’s already branded you worthless?