Anko Curse Mark Novels & Stories

It was really one thing after the other ever since this reincarnation stuff happened. Arnaud was the last to join us, but I already showed Rayden, who called it a curse mark. It only made Karla panic. "Check this out, Arnaud." They both bent over my neck like I was some sort of new specimen. "Woah, it appeared already? It is a curse mark, and it is proof that Malia is in our midst. I bet she has started having strange dreams that she can't make any sense of." "Wait, what did you say?" I stopped him.

they retorted, expressing disbelief at the mere suggestion of their Master being capable of upsetting such a powerful entity. The first servant attempted to clarify their perspective. "I'm not accusing him of being a bad person. I'm just guessing. Don't you find this situation increasingly strange? A few days ago, our Master had a headache, and now he's vomiting like this. No matter how many doctors we've brought, he's only getting worse. What other explanation is there besides the Moon Goddess's curse—" “OH NO!!!” Another blood curdling scream interrupted their debate. One of the servants pointed at their Master, his face contorted in fear. “H—His chest… There's something on it! It's like a

Devil told her that if she hung out with me, it made things worst. But those things never hurt me as much as it hurt me to see him with other girls. After I got bitten, I felt a strange connection with him. It felt like a magnet was trying to pull me to him every time he was near. The tingles intensified if he accidently brushed against me. I also found him even more attractive and my hands kept itching to run through his hair or caress his face. Speaking of being bitten, my shoulder healed quickly, leaving a small crescent shaped mark behind. I found it weird, but oddly beautiful at the same time. It looked like a birthmark. The mark was right were my neck and collar bone met.

I grumbled, trying to find comfort in how the light seemed to like being nestled in my hands. To her credit, Angelica didn't laugh at me. She just smiled. "Yes, and you must be special to be able to sense one. They can cloak themselves in an ultimate defense spell, no other creature can sense them unless they wish to be found. So either... it revealed itself to you. Or perhaps, certain aspects about you make you more perceptive than us." She said the words lightly, but I knew she was referencing my mark. Morax glanced at me curiously, and it dawned on me then he still had no idea I had the symbol of the Goddess.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

,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.

The champagne glass had shattered in his hand. Champagne ran between his fingers, mixed with blood, but Carlos didn’t seem to notice. He kept staring at her like he was still trying to process what she had said. A chill ran down Ana’s arms. That reaction wasn’t normal. “Carlos,” Marcos called. No response. Ana glanced between the two men, confused. “Carlos.” This time Marcos walked over quickly, discreetly stepping between them as he took a napkin from one of the waiters. Only then did Carlos blink.

His hand flew to his chest, clutching the surge of energy that suddenly burned through his core like molten fire. No. Not fire. Power. He looked up and froze. A soft golden light pulsed from Selena's chest. Faint at first, then brighter. Radiating outward in slow waves like a heartbeat long suppressed. The mark. The seal. The symbol of the Land God was glowing, vivid and unmistakable, etched above her heart like it had been waiting for this exact moment to awaken. This was a calling. The time had truly come. The mark on her chest flared with divine light, ancient and undeniably warm.

"Lucius, what else? I can tell you're holding something back." Lucius let out a slow, ragged breath, looking over at Jax, who had leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. "If we don’t mark you, Soraya, our curse will never be healed," Lucius said, his voice dropping into a flat, painful whisper. "The black veins on our necks will keep spreading until the madness takes us all permanently. But... if you stay unmarked, your parents can’t weaponize you. They can’t use your Queen aura to trigger the global deployment of The Withering."

“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