Curse Mark 2 Sasuke Novels & Stories

"The much i can guess if the cursed mark is removed somehow , then Soren might be able to talk without fearing affecting his health, but that's just my guess. I recommend you to see him to a witch to have a solution before the mark spered till his throat" "Or it might kill him ".

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

Her body writhes against me, burning from the curse, and yet I hold her tight, unyielding. And then, through the chaos, I see him. Not Rael — not yet. But one of his lieutenants. A tall wolf with eyes like embers, moving toward us like a predator who knows we’re the prey. I tighten my grip on Selene and my sword. “Hold on,” I growl. “This is far from over.” Her hand curls into my tunic, glowing veins illuminating her wrist. The mark is screaming now, flaring so bright I can feel it in my chest. It’s feeding on everything — fear, desire, longing.

"Sin, almost forcibly marked her this morning. We were talking, but then Sin lost his temper and took over." I shook my head negatively in disbelief. I could feel Night scratching at the wall of our minds to try to take over and he himself beat Dylan, how dare he try to forcibly mark her? "You got lucky." I commented with a cold tone. "Pay attention. Hope will rather take her own life than live with a forced mark. Do you know what the consequences are when someone marked would rather kill themselves than stay with the one who marked them?" I asked rhetorically, because the horror on Dylan's face was enough for me to know that he knew the answer, but I still spoke. "A curse is cast on the one

I stood before Marcus, my posture deferential, my head slightly bowed, but my heart pounded with a cold, calculating ambition that burned hotter than the flames. Marcus slouched in his obsidian throne, his crimson robe hanging open, revealing the scarred expanse of his chest, the faint glow of a curse’s mark pulsing beneath his skin—a secret I’d pieced together from his winces, his sudden gasps, his desperate obsession with the Moonborn. I masked my smirk, my dark eyes glinting with the knowledge I held close, my hands clasped behind my back.

I tripped and crashed hard onto the floor. Her laughter rang sharp and cruel. My blood burned. I wanted to scramble up and scratch her face bloody… Then her laughter slowed. “Wait,” she said slowly. “Isn’t that a cursed mark on your back?” My breath hitched. The small top I wore had shifted, revealing the mark I’d been hiding. I quickly adjusted it and pushed myself to my feet. “It’s nothing,” I said, steadying my voice. She smirked. “I saw the crescent mark. That’s the Goddess-branded curse signature.”

I'll take care of the rest. [You are joking, right?] Kirsch frowned in disbelief, [This just might break the curse--] [It won't.] Taran answered simply, [Mate bonds need to be exchanged to break the curse. Meaning both Cerberus and Nox have to give AND receive the mate mark to break the curse.] Kirsch stared at Taran like he saw a monster. [What? Only you can pay attention to the myth and stuff?] Taran smirked, [I can read, okay?]

“If you stay too long—” “I’m not leaving you behind.” I took his hand. The soulbrand screamed. I screamed with it. And together, we cut the cord. The pain was unimaginable. Like being flayed from the inside out. Like every memory trying to leave at once. But the second the thread snapped— So did the curse. Lucian collapsed into me. Breathing. Alive. The mark was gone. But so was something else. My legs gave out. Fenton caught me before I hit the floor. “You did it,” he whispered, shocked.

“You don't keep mentioning it or you'll have the whole world hear of it.’’ I snapped. She cussed underneath her breath, sweeping her bag over her shoulders before walking out, intentionally nudging her shoulder against mine. I couldn't help wondering if perhaps, Keegan made her get a new one after discovering she probably threw the previous one away. This mark must be really something. Turns out that not only Alpha Levi suffers from a curse after all. I might be a curse myself. I left straight for my room, into the bathroom. Took off my clothes before the mirror and located the crescent-shaped birthmark somewhere at the back of my left shoulder. Through a little difficulty, I was able to att

Calantha bathed in fear and unease. Every minute and every second was torture. She kept rubbing in the bathroom, did not want to come out to face the cruel world. But Calantha knew that she couldn't. Having got out of the tub, she stood in front of the large mirror in that room, and looked at the small red marks on her neck and chest. This was the kiss mark by Lord Hofsess. She leaned over slightly, then saw a small tooth mark on the back of her neck. She raised her hand and gently touched it, pleasure spread all over her body, Calantha groaned, scared and put down her hand. All these things reminded her that she had been marked by Marcus Hofsess.