Anko Curse Mark Novelas e Histórias

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...”

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

Her gaze lingered on the mark on my wrist. “Show me,” she said. I held out my arm. She traced the crescent scar with one finger. It flared with heat under her touch. “Ancient,” she murmured. “The Obsidian Curse. The same darkness that nearly destroyed this pack years ago. It sleeps inside her… but it’s waking.” Kael’s entire body went rigid beside me. “Can it be removed?” he asked, voice tight. Selene shook her head. “Not without killing her. The mark and the girl are bound together. She is the vessel. But she may also be the key to finally ending it.”

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!"

The veins are bulging and a corroded black hue, the surrounding skin is burned as it pulses and is spread across my shoulder and down under my left breast. "What plan do you think I have?" I went back to hiding the mark and covered myself. They all fell silent, worried about taking over the room, none of them expected things to be this bad. "You knew there was something in my black mark. Melvin died when he marked me... That day the curse was activated and since then it has been growing... That's why I made Marcus promise he would never mark me, but he forgot the real reason. You'll forget soon enough."

“The vision I saw... It was brief, but I felt a presence. Ancient, hungry, and… protective. Whatever gave you this mark must be kept away from the world. It could bring ruin if left unchecked.” I clenched my fists, my mind racing. I couldn’t tell her it came from Tesla’s child, not without endangering them both. “I don’t understand,” I said carefully. “How did this happen to me?” She narrowed her eyes. “That is for you to uncover. But heed my warning—this mark is not a gift. It is a curse and a tether. Whatever did this to you has claimed you.” Jarek looked between us, his confusion evident. “Claimed him? What does that even mean?”

Juniper lay there, skin flushed, body twisting faintly against the sheets as soft, broken moans slipping from her lips. Every instinct in me surged forward, my wolf itching and clamouring to claim… our mate? Then I saw it. Two dark marks right there on her neck. My breath got punched out of me. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “You can’t mark someone who isn’t your mate.” “And yet,we did.” Soren whispered, I could catch the schadenfreude in his eyes. Was the Moon Goddess mocking us? For years we had been tortured by the witch's curse.