Berserk Curse Mark Tattoo 소설 & 이야기

The moon hung blood-red over the Nightshade borderlands, its light veiled in clouds that swirled like ash and smoke. Cole Bennett had ridden through three territories without rest. His wolf was exhausted, his body burning with fever, but his will was unyielding. The mark of the curse, a jagged black vein stretching from his collarbone down his chest, pulsed with each heartbeat. He hadn’t told anyone that it had begun to spread to him. Not even Lila. Especially not Lila.

Tyr’s mark is on his upper left back, just right where his shoulder blade is. Because of the location of his print, Tyr thought the moon must be teasing him. Aside from having a different mark from everyone, a one of its kind at that, he couldn’t see it unless he stands in front of a mirror and look at it from his reflection. He kept on pressing on it and the skin around his mark would turn white from the pressure of his fingers while his mark remains rosewood red. Other werewolves would have been over the moon bearing that colored print under their skin because it only means to be given to royal werewolves. However, for Tyr, having only a half mark printed on him means he must be cursed.

With every harsh drive, Brecc pushed her closer to the edge of pleasure. In. Out. Hard. Fast. Brecc didn’t let up. He intensified his moves in speed and depth. His growls grew louder, wilder. Even his cock felt thicker in her pussy. She choked on her breaths, her lungs tripping over themselves trying to get a breath. Her pussy grasped at Brecc’s driving cock. “This,” he said, kissing her shoulder. “Is such a beautiful marking.” He was talking about an artistic set of wolf paws on fire she’d gotten some years back. She’d always loved wolves, and having seen a painting of one surrounded by flames had given her the idea for the tattoo.

"He told me they weren't there to kill me. And he had this mark." Selene’s brow furrowed. "Like a scar?" "No, a tattoo," I said, shaking my head. "Black ink. It was a wolf’s head with a circle and a triangle around it." Selene pressed a finger to her lip, her frown deepening. "When we get to the Anatolikos packhouse, can you draw it for me?" "I think so." I reached up, my fingers brushing the metal pendant at the base of my neck. The tattoo looked almost exactly like the second charm on my necklace, just with a wolf added.

asks Mark. He has a point. I know silver dragons can communicate between realms but it’s never been tested by wolves. It was never necessary, plus they would need to be in their wolf form to be able to communicate telepathically anyway. I really should learn how to grant abilities. It would be very beneficial for the guards and the rest of the family to be telepathic like me and Derek. “Uncle Mark, when did you get a tattoo,” asks Maliyah. Mark pulls his left sleeve up a bit farther and there is a infinity symbol all the way around his bicep like Derek’s. I walk over Daniela and pull her left sleeve up and she has the same mark. How the heck did I do that?

Or shall I say Misty’s Mark, since mine was nothing more than a tattoo currently. If a Mark has more than one marking, it generally means they are strong warriors and usually of a high rank within a Pack. It was no surprise that Axel had two black marks. I wondered if the tattoos on his biceps were also Marks. I have heard a rumor that they were, but I have never heard of anyone receiving more than two Marks, especially on any other part of the body besides the neck. “Are you done?” Axel asked. “Sorry, what?” I snapped out of my thoughts. Lifting my gaze to look into his eyes, I noticed he also seemed half asleep. “What is it?”

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

she murmured close to my ear. Turning around to face her, her face remained in shadow. “I want information about this mate mark.” I turned my neck for her to inspect. The blue rose mark was a living thing, constantly moving underneath my skin, growing. Its thorns digging into my soul. She cast a look at it, turned her back, and ignited a collection of black candles embedded in the stone. "Knowledge is expensive." As if money were a problem. “Name your price. I want to know what it means. Is it a curse?”

My little escape for the night to be with my number one rebel partner, Ben. I padded across the room toward my dresser, opening a jar of lotion. The subtle scent of vanilla filled the air as I trailed my fingers over my arms, rubbing the cream in absentmindedly. My gaze landed on the small mirror propped on the corner of the dresser, catching a glimpse of the intricate tattoo curling along my collarbone. The mark. My mark. With a soft smile, I turned to face the mirror more fully, letting the towel slip just enough to reveal the dark, swirling design etched into my skin. I traced the lines with my fingertip, marveling at how something so permanent could appear so delicate.

Andrei I sit right up in a bolt, jolting awake, trying to remember what’s going on around me. The sudden movement made me twist my torso, forgetting that I’m badly wounded. “Ouch! Fuck!” That dickhead really got me good. At least it looks like the cut is finally healing. Zerdan and Misha were getting worried when the blood won’t stop gushing. Zerdan. Tattoo. Did he…? I check my chest and feel for fresh etchings on my skin. I peer down, and even in the dark, my wolf eyes can see the tattoo. The blind wolf mark. It’s right there.