Novel & Cerita Berserk Curse Mark Tattoo

“I remember something.” “What do you remember?” Zuria asked, eager now. I closed my eyes again, pulling it back. “A tattoo. On one guy’s neck. A snake. Black ink, wrapped around his throat like it was choking him. It had fangs, I think... I'm not so sure.” Marco frowned. “What tattoo?” Zuria was already typing. I could hear the clicks. “What kind? Describe it more.” “Black. I don’t know tattoo words. It looked exactly as I described.”

“She is not part of anything.” “I’ve been by your side since I was a child,” Artisem says, his voice softening. “In all these years, I have never seen you look at a woman the way you look at her. Not once. But you can hardly take your eyes off this one.” He clasps my shoulder. “If you want her, woo her. You’re not too old for that.” I glance down at my wrist, at the intricate tattoo that marks my skin—symbols of ancient magic intertwined with the phases of the moon. The mark of my burden. My curse.

Sera watches Neah with something like awe in her eyes. Then she speaks again. Quieter this time. "There's one more thing," she says. "The insider. I didn't see his face. But I saw his mark." "What mark?" I ask. Sera meets my eyes. "A scar. Shaped like a crescent moon. Right here." She touches the left side of her neck. The exact place where a Beta mark would sit. ---

Chapter Thirty-Eight I traced my fingers lazily over Marcus tattoos as he lay beside me, “What do these mean?” I asked softly, my head resting on his shoulder. Smiling he sat his phone down and looked at me, “This one,” he said grabbing my fingers and tracing it along the swirling design, “Is a sigil of protection to keep me safe in battle.” I bit my lip feeling that strange feeling again as he gently shifted to bring my fingers to his forearm. “This sigil is the same as the one on Louis’ back, it means that we are mated. I will always be connected with him and it means we can pull strength from each other.”

“The Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl

“Envy and Lust. I’ll mark you with my own curse.” The same marking that Greed and Pride receives from him, but it is much more powerful for the two embodiments are highly intellectual and much powerful than the first two. The symbol of HIS curse marks unto their forehead, as it immediately vanishes and without a trace. As the christening is being fulfilled. HE once more snaps HIS finger as it echoes, by which commanded and a split of seconds brought them back into the original abyss that HE owns. Along with both of the embodiment’s consciousness that are taken into a deep sleep. With their eyes that hold’s nothing with their soul.

She leaned down, licked the wound slowly, her tongue trailing over the spot where she had bitten. The skin glowed. A tattoo bloomed into existence across Aria’s chest — a crest carved in divine sigil, blooming like ink in water: A serpent curling around a golden apple, its tail piercing a crown, its fangs dripping onto a rose wrapped in thorns. Eris’s mark. “I’m yours now,” Eris said, voice hoarse, hands framing Aria’s face. “Forever.” Aria’s body moved on instinct. She reached up, pulled Eris down, and kissed her hard.

I paced around the room, trying to get myself and my thoughts together. "What would I do now? What am I supposed to do? What was I going to tell my dad or mom? This is fucked up!" I murmured, running my fingers through my hair. I went back to the mirror to get a good look at the mark. The mark was beautifully tattooed on my neck. It was a picture of a half-crescent moon and a large black wolf staring at it; its mouth opened as if it was howling at it. It was beautiful, and it complimented my skin. I knew the mate-bound was already strengthened. There was nothing that could break it anymore.

“Where I control myself.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “This is where you came… that night?” “Yes.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Why does it happen to you…What's the beast they talk about?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s a curse. When it happens, it demands blood. The only good thing is that it makes me stronger in battle. Deadlier. But it also takes from me…eats me slowly” She stepped closer to me. “Then why did it take over when we were kissing?”

I thought I could trust him, I thought he knew that he could trust me, I suppose I’m wrong. It feels almost as if my hip is burning as I’m reminded of the tattoo resides there. The tattoo I got on my 18th birthday, just hours before I saved his life. The tattoo is of a pure black wolf, made up in the some swirling inky black pattern that his curse looks like, and the wolf has bright green eyes, just like his does. Before I met him, I knew what my mate looked like. I got it tattooed on myself because I didn’t want to forget what deep down I was fighting for. The chance to live a normal life… once all is said and done, that’s what I want.