Anko Curse Mark Novels & Stories

,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

All eyes turned to me, their unease evident in their shifting stances. Decimus, the lead elder, cleared his throat before speaking. “We don’t understand why you’re so determined to find this woman,” he said cautiously. “But we believe Cassandra cannot know about this. If the Raven Claw pack discovers anything that jeopardizes our alliance, it could destroy everything we’ve built. Without their support, our pack could crumble!” My eyes narrowed at his words, my patience wearing thin. Decimus wasn’t wrong about the consequences, but his constant reminders grated on me. Without breaking stride, I stepped closer to him, my presence silencing the murmurs that had begun to rise.

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 declare. "Suit yourself," he says. He runs a hand through his hair and is about to leave when something on my neck catches his gaze. His eyes widen, and he grabs my arm and pulls me closer. His eyes change from blue to bloodshot, "What the fuck is this?" he growls, grip tightening. I wince in pain. "What?" "You're marked!" he roars.

Guilt flooded my chest. “I wasn’t…” I swallowed hard. “I lost control.” Silence fell between us. “This isn’t normal,” I said finally, forcing myself to think. “Marks don’t just resurface like this. Not after rejection.” She shook her head weakly. “Then what is it?” I already knew the answer. “A curse,” I said. “Blood magic.” I can see the horror on her face. As if she lost all her last hope. But I can’t let that happen. My jaw clenched as I mindlinked the only person who might have answers.

“The mark is still active. I’m safe for at least four months. If you want to help me later, you’ll do it properly, after you fully understand what Ingesting that power does to you. Otherwise—” I didn’t let her finish. While she was still lecturing me, I closed the distance in a single step. Our foreheads touched, close enough for me to feel her breath tense. I activated Ingesting without warning. Her eyes widened in alarm as I reached into the sealed space of marks and seized the churning mass of black mist before she could react. At first, the curse seemed delighted, as if I were a fool walking willingly into its embrace. Then something changed. The mist recoiled, shrinking back in panic, s

My mouth fell open in shock, and I stuttered, “What the actual...fuck you, you bloody psycho...” “Careful,” he cut me off smoothly, his voice darker now, his eyes glowing red as fire as he lowered his mouth toward my throat, “the more you curse, the more I want to mark you. And once I mark you… you’ll never escape me.” “You stupid...don’t you...”

I say. "Alpha Derek, this curse was inflicted by a true grandmaster, and it is extremely dangerous to touch. My own claws haven't been able to rid my veins of it in three years. Are your hands sure your wolf can handle the pressure without being corrupted yourself?" Mark asks, worried. I let out a little chuckle. "This small energy is absolutely nothing to my wolf!"