Anko Curse Mark Novels & Stories

Erick grunted at his men, She looked at him and started pleading with him, "Please don't hurt them." Erick took a step forward and aimed his scary and dominant eyes directly at Juliette. A sneer appeared on his face immediately. He had jet-black hair and now that he had removed the mask over his face, that scar on his face was clearly visible giving him a look of a deadly mafia don. Juliette trembled as her heart jerked by looking at him from a very short distance. As he got closer, Juliette couldn't help but stare up at him with fear crawling into her heart. She took a few trembling steps backward until she bumped into the car's surface.

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."

“Yes, just like those rooms. They are like different realms they create on different dimensions of the subconscious mind. He must have waited for this occasion since forever, as I deem Ace to be rather hard to overpower when it comes to you. And as you weren’t prepared or conscious of what was happening, you couldn’t mark him back, so now, we have a problem.” “What problem?” I stand in her way, getting her to stop pulling at Ace as it is for nothing anyway. “You need to mark him back,” she hisses. “Or his mark will start to burn you from the inside. He has been an idiot, and I was hoping that we could do it without him being unconscious, but my mixtures have always been the best.” I can’t he

“Yeah… it seems like it’s getting more frequent. He’s been a little bit weird in the past, but recently he’s been undeterred. I don’t know why.” She scratched absently at her neck, lost in thought. That’s when I saw it. Thin red branches stretching faintly across her skin. My stomach dropped. Zey went dead silent. How long has she been dealing with it how did I not notice it the other night? Was it the mate bond? Was that the only reason Terrence smelled it instantly and all I could smell was… just her. I forced my expression to stay neutral, but my mind was already spinning. The marks were getting stronger. Faster than they should be.

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

explained Ethan to the man he called 'Uncle'. The man's name was Jhony Redorge. The largest shareholder of R company. One of the conglomerates in his homeland. At once, the father of the famous actor, William Redorge. "What exactly happened with her?" William asked Anthony. "Did she just go into shock, stress or something?" Instead of answering, Anthony even asked back. "Apparently, yes. Is there a problem with that?" William. Anthony took a seat near Leona who still looked exhausted. "Did you know if you have asthma, Miss?" asked Anthony. Leona shook her head slightly.

" She held up her wrist, showcasing a sparkling green bracelet. Then, she smirked, pointing at the simple bracelet on my wrist. "Do you really think Ethan bought that especially for you? It's just a freebie that came with mine. You're only fit for my hand-me-downs!" I glanced down at my bracelet. It was a birthday gift from Ethan a few months ago, and I had always treasured it even though it was not expensive. Yet, it had unexpectedly become Mandy's tool for humiliation, a weapon to wound me.

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.