Anko Curse Mark Novels & Stories

"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..."

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.

Not fully. But enough. “This is not the curse consuming me,” he said. “This is the bond demanding recognition.” “Then recognize it,” the elder challenged. Cassian turned back to Ava. The world narrowed again. Her throat felt exposed beneath his gaze. The mark. One bite. One decision. Permanent. The sun crested the horizon. Light spilled into the courtyard. Time was over. The bond pulsed harder. Faster. Cassian’s hand rose. The pack leaned forward.

The vessel bowed, a dark silhouette against the mist, then vanished into the soil. High above, the crows screamed their warning. Far below, the trees began to bleed ancient sap, thick and dark as spilled blood. The Scourge sank back into the deep, their presence curling through the roots, waiting, watching. But the vessel carried something new. Something the Scourge had not spoken aloud a final enchantment woven deep into Mark’s chest. Should he falter should love weaken him the spell would complete itself. Rissa would burn from the inside out.

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 don’t want ownership, Ava. I want balance. You’re too strong to be anyone’s possession.” His hand caressed mine lightly. It was just a touch, but it sent a shiver down my spine. “Stop doing that,” I said. My voice was quieter than I wanted it to be. “Doing what?” “Making everything sound like it’s for my own good.” His expression softened just a little. “Maybe it is.” I couldn’t look at him anymore. I stepped back and turned toward the window. “You should go.” Cassian didn’t argue. He walked toward the door, then paused. “The mark on your hand will start to pulse when someone’s trying to influence you. That’s not from me, it’s from the curse itself. Remember that.”

Jasmine POV: My words got me attention of Draco and Maximus both “Horraisces mark ?” They both question me in sync “Yes! Horraisces mark…. these special magical marks are used by many witches to keep their victim binded to any particular place” I informed both of them “Can you erase this mark?” Draco questioned me when I turned to him and replied “Such Horraisces marks are always guarded by a Curse…. a curse that will pain or even kill its bearer if he crosses confined boarder of Witch...”

“Envy and Lust. I’ll mark you with my own curse.” The same marking that Greed and Pride receives from him, but it is much more powerful for the two embodiments are highly intellectual and much powerful than the first two. The symbol of HIS curse marks unto their forehead, as it immediately vanishes and without a trace. As the christening is being fulfilled. HE once more snaps HIS finger as it echoes, by which commanded and a split of seconds brought them back into the original abyss that HE owns. Along with both of the embodiment’s consciousness that are taken into a deep sleep. With their eyes that hold’s nothing with their soul.

“Maybe something went wrong when he marked me? You said we use magic. Does this marking process involve magic? And why is your mark on your arm?” “Sort of. We siphon energy from the huntress. She’s the only one who can grant us the gift to mark. Actually, we only mark when she demands us to.” He pulled a face. “The marking process does involve biting, but normally the one who does the marking bites the arm, in some cases, the leg. If this Luca isn’t dating you, then he’s a creep for biting you in the neck. It’s too…personal, there.” “Great…” So Luca was unstable, then. “The huntress? What do you mean?”

He approves his family, that was when instinct took over. 'Get up Cain' a voice called out from my coma state, I open my eyes look around checking my surrounding it looks like a dungeon, still questioning how I got to this place before it all came back, the mouth watering smell, the new born pup, his second chance mate I'm not sure how that is possible, marking the new born pup, sliver piercing my shoulder and losing consciousness. Everything came back to me, I couldn't believe I mark a child, I feels so disgusted in this act of mine. I'm still a monster after all if I could mark a little baby, sealing her permanently to me with out given her a chance to choose me.