Berserk Curse Mark Tattoo Novels & Stories

Lefiya asked softly. "A-ah…… I just… need time to digest this…" I replied. "Mmm… Tell me… what were the Twenty Seals meant to seal…? What sort of curse is it…?" "…The Brand of Berserk." "Brand of… Berserk…?" I repeated. "What on earth is that…? I've never heard of it." "Mmn… This… is a curse that brings out more power than one can handle to fight to death… this… was widely used in our region during year XB01 till XB06. Not only that… it was a contagious curse affecting friends and foes— a curse of mass slaughter and destruction."

How do I tell Leslie when he is not ready to talk to me? Even though I am already in pain, I am willing to inflict even more pain to rid myself of this curse. There is absolutely no way that I will live with this horrendous tattoo on my neck. Never! I will remove it even if it is the last thing that I do. Why should I live with the mark of a beast like Ramos? This mark is a curse for me. One that will haunt me for the rest of my miserable life. I have had my fair share of suffering and I know I cannot take it anymore. Honestly, I do not wish to carry this monstrous tattoo around.

His chest and shoulders showed most of this and as usual his perfect six pack stomach never failed to make me want to lick my lips. I had left my blinds halfway up to get some of the cool night air and there was a fair amount of light coming through from the street lights. In it I could see the reflection of Mark's back in my bureau mirror. Mark had gotten a summer bonus from the construction company he had been working with and had gotten an enormous Baphomet tattoo that covered just about his entire back. My parents had freaked, however not as much as they would when they eventually saw the smaller version that Mark had paid for me to get on the small of my back. The tattoo was less than t

But what truly stole my breath was the mark. A massive tattoo covered his entire back—black ink shaped like a crowned, savage wolf, its jaws open in a silent snarl, thorny vines and heavy chains coiling around it like a warning of dominance and pain. I had never seen a pack mark like that before. Not in any territory, not in any history book, not even in any of my deepest nightmares. Before I could make sense of the intricate, terrifying design, he rose higher—slow, deliberate—water cascading down his body, revealing its complete strength. Powerful legs, a strong frame, every line carved in shadow and sunlight.

I point at his chest. “They are not tattoos,” he corrects. “They are curse marks from the moon goddess. An eternal curse. A shame,” his voice trails off. “They remind me of what I've done almost every night.” My chest tightens. “W-what did you do?” His jaw locks as he slowly looks up from his chest and stares at me. Without a word, he buttons up his shirt. “Terrible things,” he mutters. And that is it. Not a word further.

"No, but..." "There are no buts, Derek. She does not accept excuses." Lukas' voice changed to a more sinister tone. Derek felt a seering pain on his forearm, and as he rolled up his sleeve, he spotted the tattoo that was engraved into his flesh. It burned with an ominous gold hue. He touched the Mark carefully, tracing the intricate pattern until the pain died down.

“Something exclusive.” “Exclusive? Sure. I’ll have him recommend some.” Soon a batch of designs came through. Forrest introduced them seriously. “Demon tattoo, also called a slave mark. Usually on the lower abdomen. You know what it means. But people who get this are usually women…” Forrest turned his head and saw Lorenzo studying the designs with full focus. A chill ran down his spine. “Bro, you are not thinking of doing this, right?” Lorenzo stubbed out his cigarette and said calmly, “She said she wanted to leave her exclusive mark on me.”

“You don't keep mentioning it or you'll have the whole world hear of it.’’ I snapped. She cussed underneath her breath, sweeping her bag over her shoulders before walking out, intentionally nudging her shoulder against mine. I couldn't help wondering if perhaps, Keegan made her get a new one after discovering she probably threw the previous one away. This mark must be really something. Turns out that not only Alpha Levi suffers from a curse after all. I might be a curse myself. I left straight for my room, into the bathroom. Took off my clothes before the mirror and located the crescent-shaped birthmark somewhere at the back of my left shoulder. Through a little difficulty, I was able to att

Everything came back to me and wiped away some of my excitement as the thought of never getting to hunt with my friends completely dampened my mood which Asmodeus unfortunately saw. “You really loved your job huh?” I completely ignored his question and tried to change the topic back to the birthmark. I did not want to think of hunting or my family any longer than I could actually handle. “What do you think it means ? Isn’t this just exciting also who has such a perfectly drawn out tattoo with straight lines ?What if this is a magic mark or something? What if we are cursed ,I mean think about …how can two people have the exact same straight mark on the exact same spot?”

From the path ahead, his eyes got settled on the tattoo etched on his right backhand glowing at his fullest indicating that the power coursing in his veins got activated and showed up to beat the curse of death that the forest is known for. It was a blue colored tattoo of the growling wolf, showing off his fangs whose eyes revealed the cut-throat rage that was buried in them. Inside the blue outlined growling werewolf was a human skeleton head and the upper body that glowed golden in color. On the inner border of the blue colored outline of the wolf, something was written in capital format inked in red color. The capital words spelled RED RIVER. All the three elements, the wolf outline, the