Berserk Curse Mark Tattoo Novels & Stories

Alarich lowers his head in submission "I speak to you not only as your humble servant, but as a friend. If you don't perform your duty, despite you being above the law. Our kingdom will be emboldened and a potential unnecessary rebellion could be on our hands" My mark. To humans it looks like a tattoo all over my left side. It starts from my bite scar, above my left breast. Black vines and flowers trail from it, down my side and wrapping around my leg to my foot. Then it trails up my chest, along the side of my neck, swirling and wrapping down my arm and ending at the tip of my ring finger.

"What?" There, on the skin of my right hand, was a mark. A swirling, intricate, ancient-looking knot. A crescent moon, framed by the snarl of a wolf. It looked like a tattoo, but it was alive. "By the Goddess..." I whispered. Ares sat up. He looked... weak. He looked... battered. But he was alive. He looked at his chest. Where my hand had been. He had one, too. The exact same mark. Glowing with the same, faint, silver-blue light, stark against his scarred skin.

I opened it carefully, flipping through the yellowed pages until I found what we were looking for. “There,” Lysa said, pointing to a page that depicted a symbol eerily similar to the one we’d found. It was slightly different, but the resemblance was unmistakable. My eyes scanned the text beside it, the words filling me with a growing sense of unease. “This symbol is called the Mark of the Shadowed Moon,” I read aloud. “It’s said to be an ancient curse, placed upon those who seek to defy fate or disrupt the natural order of the pack. The mark is a warning—a sign that the bearer is being watched by forces beyond their control.”

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."

A second masked man had appeared and had succinctly sneaked up to deliver the blow. Fuck it! Fuck being weak! Before my consciousness went off, I caught sight of the tattoo mark on the shoulder of the second man. His sleeveless arm featured the tattoo of a tiger, a snake and a crown. That insignia was very familiar. But my brain couldn't conjure where I had seen it before. I kept staring at it as my eyes shuttered to a close, just then an image popped up in my mind's eye. Wait….what the actual hell?

Mark accepted it and stayed still, just holding Ace’s arm. Maximus started to say some strange incantations. I do not understand it but it seems to be in an old Latin language. I am not sure as I felt overwhelmed as their energy was combined. The winds were breezing too loudly until they settled for a minute. Mark’s arm had formed a wolf tattoo all over his and Ace’s arms until his elbow was covered in black ink. I gasped, surprised at this. This is my first time witnessing this kind of ceremony. “This is an initiation, for you to never betray your alpha again. This is your second chance now so do not fail

The veins are bulging and a corroded black hue, the surrounding skin is burned as it pulses and is spread across my shoulder and down under my left breast. "What plan do you think I have?" I went back to hiding the mark and covered myself. They all fell silent, worried about taking over the room, none of them expected things to be this bad. "You knew there was something in my black mark. Melvin died when he marked me... That day the curse was activated and since then it has been growing... That's why I made Marcus promise he would never mark me, but he forgot the real reason. You'll forget soon enough."

I gulped it all, coughing as he pulled out. He removed the clamps gentle, rubbing my sore nipples. Pain faded to throb. Then, from his pocket, a small marker—permanent ink. "Hold still." He knelt, drew on my hip—a small outline, a dragon like his tattoos, coiled around a V for Voss. Discreet, hidden under clothes. "My mark. Permanent soon, if you earn it." I touched it careful, ink fresh. "Yes, master." Heat bloomed—owned deeper.

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.

I prompt him after I remembered that my claim is on the back of the neck. Sure enough a beautiful mark had emerged. The traditional mark that Jace and Cassius had was there but on top of it was more "Its two swords, one blue and one gold. They are intertwined; two handles, one blade. It looks like a really cool tattoo." I describe to him "I love it already" he replies flipping me over and tickling me. I laugh even though I'm not ticklish but because I'm so happy. And to see Seb like this with his guard down and his emotions on full display makes my whole world.