Curse Mark 2 Sasuke Novels & Stories

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.

“But you don’t get to do this alone anymore. Every spell. Every flicker of power. You tell me.” I nodded quickly. “I will. I swear.” Before he could say more, the air shifted. A faint hum rippled through the forest, low and ancient. My mark flared suddenly, burning against my skin. Kael’s breath caught. His curse stirred in response. Footsteps echoed faintly in the distance. Voices. Searching. Kael stepped in front of me instinctively, his body a shield. “Stay behind me,” he whispered. My heart raced. Because I knew then..

My request made him stop in fear. “I don't—” “What are you ashamed of?” I asked carefully before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “The curse marks,” Izan said with some regret. “They are part of you,” I said carefully. “And I want you. I don't care about the marks. They are a symbol of your endurance that I want to kiss.” Izan stared at me with so much fear that I thought he was going to leave; however, he took off his flannel, his pants, and his underwear. Seeing him completely naked made me smile.

“If I mark you while the curse controls me… it seals. You become bound to darkness. And Stormclaw gains influence over me.” Lucy’s blood iced. “If I mark you willingly,” Karl gasped, “we override the curse. The bond becomes ours. Not theirs.” Conan stiffened. “This is not the time to—” Karl roared, “There is no later!” Lucy’s breath faltered. “Then… you have to mark me.” Karl stared at her like she was asking him to tear out his own heart. “I am not branding you under this damn moon.”

Before losing my grip on my mind, I feel the mark on my neck burning furiously and I hear his deep voice in my head for the last time. “ The curse must end now, Mate. ”

To him. I tugged nervously at the hem of the oversized shirt. It was ridiculous how exposed I felt – despite being more covered than in my uniform. The floor creaked softly, giving away my arrival. Marek was slouched on the couch, one arm sprawled along the backrest, cigarette dangling between two fingers. He didn’t move right away. His eyes found me, and the smirk spread slow and dangerous, illuminating his scarred face. “Kurva…” he muttered under his breath, the words more like a prayer than a curse. He dragged his eyes down the shirt, lingering shamelessly on my bare thighs before flicking back up to my face.

Silence slammed between us. Lucien’s eyes darkened, pupils stretching. “You felt it.” “Yes,” I spit. “And that should terrify you.” He silenced. ‘Good.’ Ghost growled, clenching his teeth at the pain of being a rebel to the Supreme. ‘Let it sink in.’ “Lucien,” I said, quieter but deadlier, “if you mark her, she dies. If she marks you, you die. The curse will finish what it started.” He stared at me, unreadable, frighteningly calm. “My death,” he murmured, “is my concern.”

With a low growl, he gently pushed me back, his eyes filled with a fierce determination. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with a mix of surprise and desire. I could sense the shift in his energy, the raw power that emanated from him as he circled around me, his gaze never leaving mine. I was lost in a trance. In a swift movement, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a gentle yet possessive manner. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I felt his mark upon me, a symbol of our bond that would never be broken.

she comforted her as she hugged her. Lucy smiled bitterly, ‘would he accept me if he finds out the truth’ she thought as she closed her eyes. SIX DAYS LATER. Lucy who had just finished taking her bathe walked out of the bathing room, She stared at the mark on her back which was no longer pure red, it had a faint white hue at the rim of the circle. Lucy recalled the mark on the king, she furrowed her brows. ‘The book says the mate curse comes in pairs of death and life, why do we have the same mark’ she thought.

He looked up and saw two uniformed policemen standing over him, poking and prodding him with their batons, smiling at each other. Kyle tried to remember what happened, how he’d got here. He remembered reporting to Rexius. Then being grabbed, being tied down. Then, the acid. He reached up and felt one side of his face, and it felt normal. Then he reached up and felt the other—and the pain came flooding back. He could feel the contours, the horrible scars, the disfiguration. They had branded him with Ioric acid. A punishment reserved for traitors. He, Kyle, the man who had been loyal to his coven for thousands of years. For one small mistake. It was unthinkable. Kyle felt the pain welling up o