Curse Mark 2 Sasuke Novels & Stories

It was why she hated him so much to this day. I refused to be humiliated again, especially not after the stunt Kael had pulled in front of the entire pack. “Your mate?” His brows furrowed sharply, his expression darkening. “This isn’t a fucking mate mark,” he snapped. “This is a curse.” Before I could react, his hand slammed against the wall beside me, pinning me there. His grey eyes bored into mine, intense, wild, filled with something dangerous I couldn’t quite name. My mind spun, completely overwhelmed.

“The mark is still active. I’m safe for at least four months. If you want to help me later, you’ll do it properly, after you fully understand what Ingesting that power does to you. Otherwise—” I didn’t let her finish. While she was still lecturing me, I closed the distance in a single step. Our foreheads touched, close enough for me to feel her breath tense. I activated Ingesting without warning. Her eyes widened in alarm as I reached into the sealed space of marks and seized the churning mass of black mist before she could react. At first, the curse seemed delighted, as if I were a fool walking willingly into its embrace. Then something changed. The mist recoiled, shrinking back in panic, s

Her hair fell in a heavy, dark sheet over shoulders wrapped in some kind of fur‑lined cloak, though no frost touched her bare throat. Her eyes… They were wrong. Colorless around the iris, the pupils too dark, too deep, like looking into a well you couldn’t see the bottom of. Her lips were a blood‑dark red, curved into a smile that didn’t reach those eyes. And at the base of her throat, half hidden by the edge of her cloak, I saw it. A mark. Faint, like a bruise whose edges had blurred. Three lines in a circle. Lucian’s curse sigil.

The engine roared again, and the SUV peeled out, tearing through the gates. In the rearview mirror, I saw Markos standing motionless in the light of the flames—no rage, no panic. Just a smile. Because he hadn’t lost the game. Not really. He’d just let the next round begin.

"We must present this to the elders. Right now. I intended to debate. I could manage this alone, I said. In my heart, though, I knew the truth. I couldn't. The pack elders gathered in the great hall, examining the mark on my wrist with stern expressions. One of them, Elder Miren, an elderly woman, used her fingertips to trace the dark lines. She went pallid. She said, "It's as I feared." Darius grimaced. "What do you mean?" Elder Miren's eyes locked with mine. "This mark is not typical. It is a symptom of an old curse. A shiver went through me. "A curse?" Her head nodded. A prophecy was made a long time ago. A darkly marked soul, a cursed soul that had the power to bring Viktor back, was men

"Hey." Sassy stopped on her tracks when she heard Hailec's voice behind her. She slowly turned around with a creased on her forehead. "What?" she asked. "Why do you have that mark?" Hailec ask which confused Sassy. "What are you talking about? What mark?" she asked as she completely face Hailec. "The dragon." "What dragon? Are you nuts?" "I mean this---" he was about to touch the mark behind Sassy's shoulder when she suddenly took a step back away from him.

Without me, he would never have found you. Without me— You would belong to no one. My entire body trembles. “No. I belong to myself.” The shadows recoil as if struck. Silence. Then the curse’s voice deepens into something cold and ancient enough to carve mountains: You belong to what brought you back. You belong to what marked you first. My hand flies to my chest. To the mate mark that has burned for days. It flares now. Bright. White-hot. Alive. I scream as pain explodes through me—fire racing up my spine, slicing through my nerves, shattering my breath.

she said. “A curse, what kind of curse is that?” Sasha asked. “It’s a soul curse, Logan was used as an anchor to Charlotte’s blood curse mark. You see Charlotte one upon a time was known as Scarlet. A powerful witch who made stupid and evil mistakes that got her punished. Logan’s soul back then got tangled with her and was cursed as well. Their mate bond is basically a catalyst, the speeds up the curse and gets them to die faster. You see those two were destined to die” she said.

Neither of them did. Mark suddenly came to a halt as he'd successfully eliminated Iñari's little vixen army. His dark fur was smudged with blood stains all over and his red eyes glowed brighter with murderous intent. He spat out a bloodied, severed arm from his mouth as he slowly crept towards Iñari... preparing to pounce on her. He had his predatory eyes on a much bigger prize. "Shouldn't we stop him now?" Bruno nervously whispered to me.

Prologue The wind howled like something dying. It tore down the jagged slopes of the Senkte Mountains, carrying ash and frost in equal measure, rattling the iron torches that lined the narrow path. High above the world below, where the air thinned and the land itself seemed to recoil, the Daywalker Castle loomed. It did not belong in this realm. Black stone walls rose from the mountain’s spine like broken teeth, etched with ancient runes that pulsed faintly beneath the surface—as if the castle itself breathed. Silver-veined banners snapped violently in the wind, each bearing the same crescent symbol split clean down the middle.