Anko Curse Mark Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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."

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.”

"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.