Anko Curse Mark Novels & Stories

ELARA I had always wondered what it would feel like to meet my mate. People said it was beautiful, like finding the other half of your soul. That your heart would know them before your mind could catch up. That everything would suddenly make sense. But when I looked into Lucius Blackthorne’s eyes and felt that pull, that spark deep in my chest, it didn’t feel like magic. It felt like a curse. The kind that wraps around your throat slowly and doesn’t let go.

I cautioned, my tone sharper than I meant it to be. Kaïden stopped mid-step, his jaw tightening at my words. “Do you know what this is?” My throat felt dry. Should I tell him the truth? That the blood in my veins, the fire I carried, was linked to markings like these? That my mother’s death had been sealed by one of them? I swallowed hard. “It’s a curse mark. It binds. It lingers. Wherever it’s cast, destruction follows.” Frightened murmurs swept through the council, the tension thick enough to choke on.

“You just don’t like that she might be stronger than all of us combined.” The tension between them crackled, sharp enough to taste. I stood slowly, ignoring the dizziness that followed. “Stop.” Both of them fell silent. The mark pulsed once, golden light blooming faintly around my fingers. “Whatever this is, it’s connected. To her. To all of you. I can feel it.” Vale’s expression softened, barely. “Then you’re feeling the curse, too.” Cassian rolled his eyes. “He calls it a curse because he doesn’t like things he can’t control.”

Alpha Dean’s chair scraped faintly as he rose to his feet, his face etched with disbelief. Loretta’s cup nearly slipped from her hand. She stood, crossing the space between them in hurried, ungraceful steps — so unlike her usual composed self. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, almost afraid to touch. “By the Goddess…” she whispered, tears pooling in her eyes. Her voice cracked as her fingertips brushed the mark. “This… this is the crescent of destiny.” The mark pulsed under Loretta’s touch, faintly glowing, sending a ripple of energy through the room. Even those who did not understand the weight of it felt its power.

​"Now, Aris!" ​As the doctor quickly hooked up the leads and adjusted the sensors, I stood back, my hands trembling. I stared at her neck. The Mark, that beautiful curse that had started all of this, was no longer its usual faint silver. It was pulsing. A toxic, bruised violet light emanated from her skin, casting an eerie glow across the underside of her jaw. It looked like a living thing, a parasite gorging itself on whatever was left of her spirit. Just like it did with the void.

Kade asks. "A binding mark. This is the curse's anchor." Elder Thorne traces it with his finger, not quite touching. "As long as this mark exists, the curse will remain active even if we stop the tea." "Then remove it," Kade says immediately. "It's not that simple. Removing a curse mark requires powerful counter-magic. If done incorrectly, it could backfire—potentially killing the cursed person or binding the curse permanently." Elder Thorne looks troubled. "I'll need to research the exact removal method. It could take days."

"A true bond. Like the one you were supposed to have with the Blackwood boy — but deeper. The Silvermane blood responds to love. Real love. The kind that would burn the world down." Aurelia's hand drops to her lap. The phone tilts, catches the ceiling light. "Obāsan... there's a mark on my neck. It appeared after I shifted. Silver. Glowing. Damon didn't put it there." Mariko goes very still. "Describe it." "Like a crescent," Aurelia says, her fingers brushing her throat. "Wrapped around my jugular. It pulses. I can feel it when he's nearby." "A partial Claim," Mariko breathes. "By the Moon itself. Lila-chan..."

Chapter Fifteen—A painful memory She healed me?? “How’s that even possible?” I snorted, “She’s cursed. She has no healing power.” “We don’t know how too.” Imelda muttered, it was clear how tired she was, “I wouldn’t believe it myself if I didn’t witness it.” “What did you witness?” I asked. I wanted to know. “Her markings,” Uncle Lenard answered instead, “You should’ve seen her markings. They looked like they were moving as she held onto her hand. It was almost like a succubus.”

Krys added, but I was still a bit confused. “How do you know that?” I asked. “Look deep into his eyes.” Kole said, pointing to Armen's eyes. “They hold the cursed mark of a serpent biting on its own tail. That is the cursed mark of a shaman witch.” I squinted my eyes, looking deep into Armen's eyes and I could see it too now. It was buried deep in his blue eyes, the mark of a burning serpent eating its own tail. “That wasn't there before. It seems to be only triggered when Ava is around.” Krys observed.