All Curse Mark Forms Novels & Stories

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

I thought she was a forgiveness from Chelsea allowing me to make up for my mistake, until I found the mark on her lower belly. A cross mark symbolized a sorcerous curse from those with evil abilities. The real meaning of Chelsea’s last sentence suddenly occurred to me. I deserve it. I smirked. This was going to be way more complicated than I expected, but at the same time, more interesting. “What if I mark you before Xavier do?” I asked as my thumb brushed over her delicate neck. It remained intact, without a trace of attempted mark. I supposed Xavier was just too cautious to easily believe in the prophecy, or he was too gentle to let the girl cry.

Mira worked diligently, her hands sparkling with healing energy as she tried to fight the dark magic running through his veins. Xander paced nearby, his eyes never leaving Callum's face, while Ryder and Damian stood in the corner, deep in quiet talk. Aria entered the room, her presence drawing everyone's attention. "Any change?" she asked softly. Mira shook her head. "The curse is strong. It's taking everything I have to keep him stable." Aria nodded, her eyes moving to Ryder and Damian. "We need to talk," she said, leading them into the hallway. Once alone, she turned to them. "The Keeper mentioned a mark. A black crescent moon with three slashes beneath it. Have either of you seen anything

Outside the shattered barrier, I could hear the distant howls of wolves, my pack, Damon’s pack, alive. But above all that came another sound, the echo of Kyle’s curse, whispering through the wind. Blood for balance. Blood for peace. Blood for the bridge. The curse wasn’t over. It had only changed. My vision blurred. The ash around Kyle’s body began to swirl, glowing faintly crimson, forming sigils in the air. The markings spread outward like a virus, sinking into the soil, into the earth itself. “No,” I whispered. “No, not again.”

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

“Then tell me, what are the signs we learned? The things someone feels when they meet their mate?” I signed dramatically, “A strong connection, the ability sensed the scent of their partner, and craving it so much, that they would be able to part with them, and once marked, the bond strengthens “Tessy, you’re overthinking things,” I said with a shrug. “It’s been two thousand years now since the moon goddess cursed the werewolf clan, do you really think she’d just lift the curse suddenly?” I wave my hand dismissively. “Yes, the moon goddess lifts the curse because she couldn’t stand watching our precious Mildred suffer for a crime she didn’t commit,” Tessy said dramatically, giggling.

The fall air is mild and the sweet smell of damp leaves and pine settles me some. I strip all of my clothes off and leave them in a neatly folded pile beside me. The familiar ache of my muscles preparing for transition makes me eager to shift. I haven’t been in my wolf form since before I went to Bangor. The city offered no safe place to be in my wolf form. But here, the forest is ours. The change begins as a tightening beneath my ribs — a pull, deep and ancient. Heat surges through my veins. Bones realign with muted cracks. Muscles swell and stretch, reforming with brutal precision. My spine arches as power floods through me.

"Something about the curse you both need to understand." Thorne's expression darkened. "What about it?" "The curse prevents you from feeling emotions, yes. But it also prevents you from forming a true mate bond." She looked between us. "Thorne, you can't mark Aveline. If you try to mark someone who isn't your fated mate while the curse is active, the magic will kill her. Instantly." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. I'd wondered why Thorne hadn't marked me yet. After our wedding night, after everything, I'd expected it. Most Alphas marked their mates immediately, claimed them completely.

Jasmine POV: My words got me attention of Draco and Maximus both “Horraisces mark ?” They both question me in sync “Yes! Horraisces mark…. these special magical marks are used by many witches to keep their victim binded to any particular place” I informed both of them “Can you erase this mark?” Draco questioned me when I turned to him and replied “Such Horraisces marks are always guarded by a Curse…. a curse that will pain or even kill its bearer if he crosses confined boarder of Witch...”

“It means her body is a living vessel. It’s destruction and rebirth in the same breath. Her blood can amplify any power it touches, dominance, chaos, creation, and ruin. That’s why they all want her. Damien wants to drink it, Cassian wants to wield it, and the others we haven’t even seen yet will come for it too. Or they’ll kill her to keep it from being used at all.” I dragged both hands down my face. “And the hallucinations?” “The mark.” Mara’s voice softened. “Whoever she marks first draws the curse into themselves. It’s not a gentle thing. The bond pulls everything dark inside her—the rage, the grief, and the raw uncontrolled force—and funnels it through the one she chooses. If you survi