Anko Curse Mark Novels & Stories

Morana said in a stern voice. "If he doesn't expect the mark it will hurt him.' She said, at that Morana raised an eyebrow, her attention caught. “How bad?” she asked. Hontas chuckled and reminded Morana of the pain she felt when Brandon marked her without her consent, ‘Mark him.' Hontas said.

My blood turned cold. From the shadows ahead emerged a large, powerful cougar, muscles rippling beneath tawny fur. Its golden eyes locked onto mine. I raised my hand instantly to summon my powers for defense. But there was nothing. I tried again, summoning the familiar silver glow. A sharp, burning pain flared at my wrist.I gasped, clutching the skin hard as if it'll make the pain stop. The black mark seated on my wrist, the Mark of the Cursed, seared like heated iron. The pain disrupted my focus, scattering my magic before it could form.

confused way. Like he was seeing something impossible. His voice was low. Careful. “Your shoulder,” he said. “What about it?” I snapped. He leaned in slightly. Whispered, "That mark. The white one. It’s real." I blinked. "What?" He looked around. Nervous. His voice dropped even lower. "That’s a kitsune birthmark. From the old bloodlines. Japanese clan. You’re not supposed to exist." He shoved clothes into my hands. "Get dressed. Quick."

Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse. Ana and Fernand exchanged glances but remained unmoved. A faint smirk played on Ana’s lips. “Save your breath, old woman. There’s no such thing as curses.” Carla’s eyes fluttered shut. Her body gave one final shudder, then fell still. The grand room descended into heavy silence, broken only by the distant hooting of an owl outside. Back in the present, rain still pattered softly against the roof of their modest home in Marinduque. Ana’s face was wet with tears as she finished recounting the terrible story. The weight of twenty years of buried guilt had finally lifted, yet it left behind a hollow ache.

,My blood froze at that. "How the hell did the moon goddess end up giving a mark to someone ugly like her, goodness she just had miscarriage",Mark growled as he pulled my chin up. Though l didn't know what they were talking about, l wasn't annoyed when Mark looked at me with disgust. Ignoring the fact that I had blood dried up in between my legs, my face was also covered up in vomit.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Velaska stood up with a muffled groan and in a shrill scream pulled the dagger from her ribs and blood flowed in profusion, the wound miraculously began to heal, but she hadn't reckoned with the scar that would remain - a four-winged angel standing very thin and a halo around it - in flames that slowly went out, leaving a literal firebrand. -What mark is that?! -It's the sacred mark of the four shamanistic angels," Lucia said in a choked voice, "in other words, it's her weak point. -Cursed! -Velaska shouted as she picked up her dagger and ran to Lucia, who, even sitting up and in pain, managed to summon an intense white light over her that made Velaska close her eyes and retreat. The light g

I glanced around, searching for him, but he was nowhere in sight. “E-Ezekiel? Are you here?” My voice came out shaky as I pushed myself up. I moved carefully, my hands instinctively cradling my lower abdomen. I had to be extra careful for the baby. Taking a deep breath, I turned on the lights. The moment the room illuminated, my breath caught in my throat. My eyes widened in horror. Drag marks. Dark, disturbing stains smeared across the living room floor, forming a trail that led deeper into the mansion. My stomach twisted painfully.

Barefoot, I walked toward the beach, wanting to feel the breeze. For some reason, the soft sand beneath my feet felt both cold and painful. "Fiora," Lucian said as he caught up with me. "That bastard dared to treat you like that! Don't worry, I'll have both of them kicked out of the pack." "It's not necessary. I asked Kaia to confess to Chris at tonight's party," I said flatly. "What?" "I'm going to sever my mate bond with Chris." Lucian placed his hand on my forehead. "Are you sick? What nonsense are you talking about? Chris is your mate, and you two are destined to be together. Don't you love him?"

I drink more wine. " You and Nicholas are getting to know each other better. It takes some time," Anaiah smiles at me. I nod and drink again. My nerves are a mess for some reason. " And since when do you drink?" Dad asks. " Dad, I'm 22." " And you're marked." Aziza points at my neck. I shake my head. " He hasn't marked me. It just appeared," I answer. " How?" " I dunno. Maybe Dewin marked me, and we didn't notice?"