Anko Curse Mark Novels & Stories

"Vanessa... you came. That means you still want to save me, right?" I met his gaze and shook my head. "It's not that I don't want to. I just can't anymore." Alfonso stormed up. "What do you mean, you can't? As long as you—" He froze, eyes locked on the faint red mark on my neck. "You and Marco... already?" The records were clear: once a woman with the fertility gene broke the curse for one Morello, she couldn't do it for another. Marco stepped in fast, blocking the mark.

Cocking her brow Sophia turned and felt a slight pinch. "Tada, this was embedded in your spine," Atlas mumbled sourly, holding up what looked like an acupuncture needle. "That was in me!" Sophia gasped. She watched Atlas crush the object into dust. "You are safe for now, miss transporter," Atlas teased. Rolling her eyes skyward, Sophia told him she didn't feel anyone insert it. "Why is a needle called a demon mark?" She asked curiously. "It is a demon mark for death and you were tagged like an animal to be taken to slaughter. Not all marks are made by the teeth," he mumbled with a shudder.

Still, at that, his body couldn't say no whenever she craved him. Sasuke looks puzzled still," I know your body started aging badly, was that really why it happened and how did you get yourself back?". Kazuma glanced at his friend who was frustrated and utterly tensed, he shook his head slightly and replied; "Based on my hypothesis, I think it was because of the sex and also the bite marks around my neck. It was like she was a blood-sucking woman whenever we had sex, so what I did was that I poisoned her...

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Canan was the one to suppress him by burning the black mark that appeared on Onimura's left shoulder. Cursed marks can appear at any part of the upper body once a Starlian loses his sense to think rationally and be consumed by hatred or any strong negative emotions. These marks can be burned when they appear, but only once. It will also leave a scar on the person, a proof that he or she is a survivor. If the corruption returns, then there will be no other choice but to kill the host of the cursed mark. "I know it's inevitable, but should it come to that…I hope I will not be the one to do it."

With that, Alex slowly lowered the hand symbol. A terrified expression appeared on Colton’s face. He wasn’t satisfied with this outcome. He was only one step away from the Immortalization stage, and now, he was actually going to be killed by an ant. “Blood Curse. I know about the Blood Curse. There’s a Blood Witch in the Japan division. She knows all spells related to curses. I can take you to her,” Colton said. The Ksitigarbha’s hand symbol Alex summoned halted in the air.

He finished leaning in closer to examine her. "Cursed?" Danica repeated the word as if it was foreign to her. "What do you mean cursed?" "Do you have any strange marks on you?" The old man asked instead. His dark eyes took in what exposed skin he could see. Did she have any strange marks? What kind of strange marks was he referring to? Maybe a strange etching on her skin or an odd shaped birthmark. BIRTHMARK! Danica did have a Serpentlike birthmark on her hip. Could that be what he was referring to? But as long as she could remember she had had the mark.

Calantha bathed in fear and unease. Every minute and every second was torture. She kept rubbing in the bathroom, did not want to come out to face the cruel world. But Calantha knew that she couldn't. Having got out of the tub, she stood in front of the large mirror in that room, and looked at the small red marks on her neck and chest. This was the kiss mark by Lord Hofsess. She leaned over slightly, then saw a small tooth mark on the back of her neck. She raised her hand and gently touched it, pleasure spread all over her body, Calantha groaned, scared and put down her hand. All these things reminded her that she had been marked by Marcus Hofsess.

I thought she was a forgiveness from Chelsea allowing me to make up for my mistake, until I found the mark on her lower belly. A cross mark symbolized a sorcerous curse from those with evil abilities. The real meaning of Chelsea’s last sentence suddenly occurred to me. I deserve it. I smirked. This was going to be way more complicated than I expected, but at the same time, more interesting. “What if I mark you before Xavier do?” I asked as my thumb brushed over her delicate neck. It remained intact, without a trace of attempted mark. I supposed Xavier was just too cautious to easily believe in the prophecy, or he was too gentle to let the girl cry.

I look at him and he says, “Are you okay? You look confused.” “You keep saying that she has a slave mark, but I don’t remember one ever being on her shoulder.” “Well, she has one. The doctor removed the residue of makeup, so she must have had it covered. However, it is also in an unusual spot. A normal slave mark goes on the opposite shoulder to where the mate mark is placed. However, Luna Annalise has hers on the same side as her mate mark only on the back of her shoulder…”