Boruto Curse Mark Novels & Stories

“The Moon chose you. You can hate me all you want. You just have to carry my heir.” My stomach twisted. I could barely breathe. “Oh,” he added, voice lower now. “And be reminded — you are bound to me now. You’re mine. My mark is on you like a curse.” The room tilted slightly. I gritted my teeth, hands trembling. My vision blurred from fury. “Fuck you,” I spat. “I will never be yours. I would rather bite my own fucking tongue and bleed to death than carry your heir.” His jaw tensed. That cold mask of his cracked, just a sliver.

His hand flew to his chest, clutching the surge of energy that suddenly burned through his core like molten fire. No. Not fire. Power. He looked up and froze. A soft golden light pulsed from Selena's chest. Faint at first, then brighter. Radiating outward in slow waves like a heartbeat long suppressed. The mark. The seal. The symbol of the Land God was glowing, vivid and unmistakable, etched above her heart like it had been waiting for this exact moment to awaken. This was a calling. The time had truly come. The mark on her chest flared with divine light, ancient and undeniably warm.

Davil grows into a giant and a tear drops. "Losing her child and womb is nothing compared to what I plan to take from her. I will take and take until she is isolation and I will have the last attack. I will break her until there is nothing left to break. An eye for the whole body part, "he grin, and I walk backwards. Davil continues, "She doesn't deserve to be happy. A curse deserves to be treated as one"

With that, Alex slowly lowered the hand symbol. A terrified expression appeared on Colton’s face. He wasn’t satisfied with this outcome. He was only one step away from the Immortalization stage, and now, he was actually going to be killed by an ant. “Blood Curse. I know about the Blood Curse. There’s a Blood Witch in the Japan division. She knows all spells related to curses. I can take you to her,” Colton said. The Ksitigarbha’s hand symbol Alex summoned halted in the air.

the man said before leaving me to stare at the empty spot where he had been standing a few minutes ago. Feeling like I was going crazy, I returned to the house. I was still thinking about what the man said about someone finding out about us. Who was it? Why would they attack our pack over this curse? “ Hey, you're back. I didn't find much about the prophecy or curse, but it says that on your birthday, a mark will appear on your body,” Rowena said. That got my attention, “ What kind of mark?” Lucian and I both ask.

I said. “There was another werewolf and you acted calm. You know what that means?” Rupert and I shook our heads vigorously. “That means you are not the only who is curse!” “Hold on, how do you know he’s also curse? What if he came from a pack or some lace where our kinds lived and got lost in here.” “I am telling you, he is not. He’s curse like you, but he’s different. He’s not like you,” Mariko sat in the couch, massaging her hands to ease out her stress.

“Curses this deep cannot be undone so easily, Your Highness. It will take time… and blood.” Behind me, the guards dragged Mark’s mangled corpse into the chamber, laying him on the floor. Gasps filled the air. Whispers turned into hisses. “He’s supposed to be dead.” “Wasn’t he buried?” “How did he come back?” The questions spread like wildfire, thick with panic. My claws itched to silence them all. “Quiet!” I roared, my voice shaking the walls. The chamber fell into terrified silence. I crouched beside Mark’s body. His face was shredded beyond recognition, but the mark carved into his chest wasn’t just from claws—it was deliberate. A sigil. My stomach churned. Dark magic, etched in blood.

"I'm not leaving you here forever. But right now, you're the main suspect. The brothers have their attention entirely on you. Which means they're not looking anywhere else." "When do I get out?" "Soon. A few more days. Once the real show begins, you'll be released. I promise." Garrick didn't look convinced. "What real show?" I considered how much to tell him. Decided he deserved to know what his sacrifice had bought. "The girl is carrying a curse. The triple mark." "The what?" "You really didn't pay attention in Alpha classes, did you?" I shook my head. "The triple mark is an ancient curse. Women born with it are supposed to be executed at birth. They bring destruction to everyone they bond

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.

I said softly, “being Luna isn’t just a title. It’s a bond. A partnership. It’s standing beside me, not behind me. It’s leading this pack with me, in every sense of the word.” She nodded, her fingers tightening around mine. “And the marking?” The question hung between us, heavy with meaning. I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. “The marking is... sacred. It’s a bond that goes beyond anything else. It’s physical, emotional, spiritual. Once it’s done, we’ll be connected in a way that no one can break. It’s permanent.” Her eyes searched mine, filled with questions I couldn’t fully answer. “And if I’m not ready?”