Berserk Curse Mark Meaning Novels & Stories

I stopped, holding on to my nape as I froze in my spot “What does this have to do with the prophecy?” “She has awakened it” he looked as if he had seen a ghost and that made my heart race, in which it shouldn’t “What do you mean by that?” “The first mark is not a place, it's not a weapon, it’s a bloodline. A vessel. A curse made from flesh” my heart hammered hard against my chest as I felt a sting in the corner of both my eyes which I hadn’t felt in years. “No!”

“It means they were inside our borders before you even saw them.” A murmur rippled through the warriors. “The runes were carved near our water supply,” I said. “Fresh. No signs they’re meant for territory marking. This… this is something else.” Kael leaned forward, frowning at the markings. “It’s a delay curse. Slow to activate. By the time we feel it, it’s too late.” Thorne straightened. “We lock the territory down. Nobody in or out without my say.”

Her mother Mariseth now regarded her as a thorn she couldn’t pluck, while Ravena looked at her like a rival to be crushed. That morning, Liora sat alone in the garden, staring at her reflection in the pond. The surface rippled faintly with the breeze, distorting the image of her pale face. Her fingers brushed against the strange birthmark just beneath her collarbone, its faint silvery glow hidden beneath her dress. What does this mark even mean? Why was I cursed with it? she thought bitterly. She drew her knees up to her chest, wishing the world would simply forget she existed. The sound of footsteps broke her solitude. Her body stiffened before she heard his voice.

“What if the curse takes her? What if she wakes up and it’s too late?” ‘Then she dies,’ Veythar said softly. “Veythar!” I boomed. The vibration sent ripples through my body. ‘Hey, I was only kidding. Geez, take a chill pill,’ he let out a soft chuckle for a few seconds then sighed. ‘You think last time could happen again? I shook my head, pacing faster. “She’s not marked yet. The marking makes the curse take her fully, but what if I’m wrong? What if I miscalculated?”

She felt tired and decided to close the book but a mark caught her eyes. “This.. this mark” she gasped surprised, it was an exact replica of her mark. “Mate curse, is a curse that separates a wolf from their fated one, the one who bears the mark is hidden away” she read out loud a bit confused. ‘Why would I have such a curse on me, did mother know of it, who am I being hidden away from’ she thought. She heard the door knob twist, she gasped and quickly lifted her bed and placed the book back.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

I say. "Alpha Derek, this curse was inflicted by a true grandmaster, and it is extremely dangerous to touch. My own claws haven't been able to rid my veins of it in three years. Are your hands sure your wolf can handle the pressure without being corrupted yourself?" Mark asks, worried. I let out a little chuckle. "This small energy is absolutely nothing to my wolf!"

He leaned b⁠ac‍k slightly, f‌ingers t‍apping t⁠he arm of his thr‌one, the metallic‌ so‍u‍nd⁠ echoi‌ng through the vast chamber. ‍“The curse,” he murmured, “cannot be broken by‌ stre‌ng‍th‍ or power or will. It can only be broken by one thing…‌ the true mark.”‌ My heart lurc‍h⁠ed. Kingston inha‌led sharply. K‌ael’s hand‌ twitc‌hed a‌t her side, as if she wanted‌ to reach fo‍r a we‌ap⁠on bu‌t dared no‍t.

Her hair fell in a heavy, dark sheet over shoulders wrapped in some kind of fur‑lined cloak, though no frost touched her bare throat. Her eyes… They were wrong. Colorless around the iris, the pupils too dark, too deep, like looking into a well you couldn’t see the bottom of. Her lips were a blood‑dark red, curved into a smile that didn’t reach those eyes. And at the base of her throat, half hidden by the edge of her cloak, I saw it. A mark. Faint, like a bruise whose edges had blurred. Three lines in a circle. Lucian’s curse sigil.

"He's our alpha. Our leader. Alphas have the power to turn humans. The rest of us are betas, and you are too, now." "I don't understand," I said shakily. "We're werewolves, Hosanna. And you've gotta keep that a secret, you hear me? I've got some contacts for you to hide your eyes." He plucked a lens out of his eye, revealing a burning gold iris. I gasped, flinching. He laughed at me. "What? Yours look just like mine now. So you've gotta wear these contacts to make them look brown, yeah? If you don't, the police will shoot you."