Berserk Curse Mark Tattoo Novels & Stories

I said. His expression turned somber. He slowly reached over, dressed himself, and stood. He stared off at the ocean. I dressed, too, grateful for the warmth of my coat and patting it to make sure my journal and the scroll were still safe inside. I stood beside him. “I want to be with you, too,” he said. “But trust me, you do not want to be immortal. It is a curse. It is much better to die. To start again, clean, fresh, in another lifetime, another place, another time, another body. To not have to remember. To let the life cycle take its course. Our kind…we are unnatural.”

I don't think too much about it as I don't want to start comparing my silly husband to my sex partner. After cleaning him up, I don't wear him his clothes. He's too heavy and I seriously can't start struggling to put his clothes on, so I just cover him with the sheets instead. And I will love to see the look on his face when he wakes up naked. When I bring the sheets up to his waist, my eyes wander on his tattoos. On his upper chest are three claw marks and ‘La bete’ is written beneath it, then on his right hand, just beneath his sleeve are two beasts dragons. They are miles apart and seem to be gunning at each other to fight. And on his upper shoulder are over four ravens. They stretch righ

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

“ Babe, where did you draw this tattoo? “ I asked and she smiled. “ My mom said I was born with it, “ She said, trying to take a peep at her tattoo. The mark looked like a flower. “ I love it. It looks really sexy on you, “ I said to her, earning her blush. “ I love the birthmark on your chest too. I’ve never seen a black mole-like birthmark look so good on anyone, nor have I seen it that big, “ She said and I snickered. That birthmark had been on my chest since I was born. To me, it was a sign of my curse. At first, when I began to see the image of Mark in my dreams, I thought it was a warning. But seeing the mark on Maeve’s lower back now made me realize that maybe, the moon was trying to

Like my soul knew the meaning of the words even if I didn’t understand them. The ground trembled and I flinched as the rune beneathe my feet glowed in tandem with the mark I could feel pulsing just below my collar bone. The same mark I could see glowing beneath Orion’s shirt. A mark that resembled a crescent moon. “Whatever happens,” he warned. “Don’t move, don’t speak. Don’t feel anything.” I stiffened. If moving could mess up brejaking this curse, then I would be as stoic as a statue.

Grey is usually a dull colour that helps you blend in and in most cases that’s what it does. but for some reason she stood out which was the opposite of the desired effect. A small wind blew, and her hoodie flew away revealing a tattoo on her neck. The tattoo that was embedded in my mind and often would give me nightmares. It was one unlike any other, unique, and scary at the same time. It was the blood mark curse, the girl turned around and her eyes landed on me, those green eyes and blonde hair. It’s her, its Scarlet. she looked at me for a moment and I could tell that she recognised me from our very brief encounter.

But something else pulls Heaven’s stare—a tattoo inked over every inch of his back. However, she later notices it looks more natural than a tattoo, or… something sort of strange to be on a person’s skin. The only reason an art would feel that way is if it had an otherworldly meaning, as in linked to extreme dark magic. Like… a curse? Heaven may not know much about the wolf world, but she certainly has read some things; like how the mark of a cursed wolf is a tattoo that drives down a bizarre feeling. The tattoo could be anything. It could be random dots. It could be the full-on image of a person. In all, it signifies a state of revulsion.

"Well couldn't that be called a gift?; he uttered furrowing his brows. His dad gazed up at the young teenager it seems he want to accept all that before knowing all about it "no matter how to take it, it is still a curse"; he murmured gazing down at his palm like it was his fault for giving birth to a cursed, but that wasn't what he was thinking, how would he guide his son to the right path and not letting him succumb the other way?. The reason why that woman disguised herself was to steal the ability from him so she could bring chaos easily upon the world, that was the time to prepare for that by teaching Kazuma the way of the sword.

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

“The vision I saw... It was brief, but I felt a presence. Ancient, hungry, and… protective. Whatever gave you this mark must be kept away from the world. It could bring ruin if left unchecked.” I clenched my fists, my mind racing. I couldn’t tell her it came from Tesla’s child, not without endangering them both. “I don’t understand,” I said carefully. “How did this happen to me?” She narrowed her eyes. “That is for you to uncover. But heed my warning—this mark is not a gift. It is a curse and a tether. Whatever did this to you has claimed you.” Jarek looked between us, his confusion evident. “Claimed him? What does that even mean?”