Berserk Curse Mark Tattoo Novels & Stories

And then I see it. Her shirt has ridden up slightly, revealing a mark just above her waist. I freeze. It isn’t a normal tattoo. It pulses faintly, alive. Black and silver ink weaving like smoke beneath her skin. That thing… marked her. My chest tightens, a roaring in my ears. I know what it means when a wolf marks someone: it’s a claim. A bond. But what does it mean when a creature like that does it? Does it mean he owns her?

“I have issues controlling my temper. When I get angry, I hurt people. That’s why I asked you to leave that day. I didn’t want to hurt you.” She reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “Marcus…” “There’s more, the tattoo is just a sign” he interrupted, his voice lowering. “Of?” she asked him curiously. “I’m cursed.” Zyra’s eyes widened in surprise. She paused for a while to breathe before she sighed. She stood up, and Marcus instinctively took a step back, fearing her reaction. But instead of recoiling, she walked up to him and cupped his cheeks with her hands.

Marcus ordered. I did. Hand trembling, but I signed. The pen felt heavier than the collar around my neck. “Good girl.” Vesper took the papers and smiled. “Now the tattoos.” They laid me on the table. The artist they brought in was one of their own — silent, efficient, needles buzzing. First came the big one right over the brand: bold black letters spelling “COLLECTIVE CUM QUEEN” arched above my pussy. Then smaller marks on my inner thighs — “Free Use” on the left, “Breed Hole” on the right. A crown dripping cum right between my tits.

The calm, sultry feelings she had been experiencing only a few moments ago were quickly dissolving into irritation. "Well, as I said, the only way to break the curse is for the pack leader to find his fated mate before he turns full Berserker. Once that happens, he cannot return to his normal state, and he has to be destroyed to protect the pack. A new leader must be chosen." He bowed his head with remembered pain. "This is what happened to my father, eventually, though he held out longer than most." "So, your mother was not his fated mate?" Liv asked.

"We need to figure it out. As the one whose blood would break the curse, there has to be a solution to it." I became curious. "I still don't understand anything about this prophecy. Why and how did I become the child of prophecy? What curse? Why was a curse placed on the Alpha's bloodline? What was there...?" "One question at a time, Selene" Carmen scowled, cutting me off. "Listen attentively... Soteria the Prophetess gave a prophecy centuries ago that a mate will be born to the Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack, whose blood will break the curse on the Alpha's bloodline and restore peace. Do you get that part now?"

"How dare you still try to implicate Ayna even now! She didn't hesitate to donate millions of dollars and even offered a decade of her own life, just to have the master perform the blessing ritual for you! And yet, you're repaying her kindness with slander?" I sneered as I turned over the trash can, letting the pearl earrings fall out. Then, I stomped on them, crushing them under my shoes. A few black worms then crawled out from the center of the earring, looking absolutely vile and disgusting. "She spent millions of dollars only to get this so-called master to cast a curse on these earrings with black magic! She offered her lifespan to bind the curse to me and transfer her sex addiction to

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.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

It would be easier to just jump from underneath, but I don’t want to run the risk of anyone seeing me, as I have the convenience of having several steps to get here. I go inside and close the door behind me, small pangs coming from my right shoulder. I undress and go to take a hot shower. The water seems to relieve my external wounds, but not internal ones. I have a tattoo on my right shoulder that depicts a half-moon with a wolf’s head next to it. This tattoo identifies me as the cursed Alpha, my father used to tell me. According to the ancients, those born in the night of a red moon were destined to hatred, loneliness, and do great things. I honestly never cared much, but I know that every

My heart thudded wildly, close to her lips as my head rolled back. The sparks buzzed in my ears along with the noise of my quickened breaths. She trailed her lips down and kissed me again. Her breath ghosted my feverish skin and sunken stomach. “ You are beautiful. These—These tattoos are beautiful. ” “ They are not tattoos. They are marks, a part of the curse Lexusi put on me. ” I hissed, trying to deny the way her soft lips felt so unrealistically good on me. The way she caressed me and touched me carefully did things to my heart all over again.