Curse Mark 2 Sasuke Novels & Stories

"Something funny?" Lorenzo didn't bother fixing his collar where I'd yanked it open. He just leaned back against the wall, his spine curved in a way that highlighted the sharp line of his collarbone. Against his paper-white skin, I caught a glimpse of something dark red. It was a complex, jagged pattern—a "Curse Mark" left behind on the flesh when a wolf spirit has been pushed past its breaking point. It looked hauntingly eerie against his sickly pallor. "You're about to drive poor Fabian into a spiritual meltdown," he said, his voice laced with amusement. That low, melodic rasp was like a slow-acting poison; it was hard to stay mad at him.

' Lilith fainted at the thought. "Sasuke what are you waiting for, get us to the hospital!" Auntie Arale was in a hurry "Oh ---- oh" Sasuke replied subconsciously before quickly picking up Lilith on his back and dashing towards the hospital! And then the maids realized that the teenager named Sasuke was a congenital myopic! Although he was nearsighted, he had a strong aversion to wearing eyeglasses, an addiction that caused tonight's tragedy! And what's even better is that he's also a lolicon, when they heard this news, the maids didn't worry about Lilith's injury ------

No delay. It was cruel, but it was survival. Until now, Zerach had believed the curse had skipped his bloodline. Until now… He stared at his son through the dim candlelight — his only heir, the only living proof of his love with Daphne. But there, clear and undeniable, burned the mark across Lucien’s back — a faint golden flame etched into his skin, pulsing like a heartbeat. His throat tightened. No. This couldn’t be real. He had seen this mark only once before — on an old battlefield when he was still a prince. The bearer had gone mad before his eyes, slaughtering friend and foe alike until nothing but fire remained.

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

His heat will start in two days that is why he needs to take his suppressants daily so that his pheromones won’t affect any alpha around. He made his way towards the exit where he saw a big man with a small board that has his name. He walks towards him and there he saw another man wearing suits beside him. “Hi! You’re Eiji Satoshi?”asked George “yes, you must be the friend that my dad told me about. Mr?”eiji shake hands with him

For a moment, I couldn’t move. Then slowly, I undressed. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror — all bones and bruises, scars stretched across skin that no longer belonged to the girl I used to be. I reached down, my fingers brushing the worst one — the jagged silver-dagger wound across my waist. Like a centipede burned into flesh. It still hurt. A lot. But soon, I wouldn’t feel pain anymore. And I didn’t care. After the bath, I nearly bumped into Chase as I stepped out.

"Lucius, what else? I can tell you're holding something back." Lucius let out a slow, ragged breath, looking over at Jax, who had leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. "If we don’t mark you, Soraya, our curse will never be healed," Lucius said, his voice dropping into a flat, painful whisper. "The black veins on our necks will keep spreading until the madness takes us all permanently. But... if you stay unmarked, your parents can’t weaponize you. They can’t use your Queen aura to trigger the global deployment of The Withering."

“Why does every instinct I have scream that she belongs to us?” “Because the curse is adapting,” Miasan said quietly. “Growing. It’s been trying to break you for years, and now it’s found a new method. A girl who should not exist, who triggers all your possessive instincts without being your actual mate. It’s the perfect trap.” “So what do we do?” Malachi asked. “Remove the marks? Send her away?” “That would be wise—” “But it won’t work,” I finished, understanding dawning. “Will it? The damage is already done. Marking her triggered something. Removing the marks now won’t reverse it.”

"The bond is a facade, Caleb. It’s the exhaustion of holding back Julian’s Void-Curse that’s taking its toll. We need to move. Julian will realize the trick sooner or later." Caleb rose, his movements now possessing a lethal, predatory grace that hadn't been there yesterday. The curse was still there, a dark shadow in his soul, but the Mark had given his inner wolf a tether to reality. He walked toward her, and Scarlett instinctively backed against the desk.

I declare. "Suit yourself," he says. He runs a hand through his hair and is about to leave when something on my neck catches his gaze. His eyes widen, and he grabs my arm and pulls me closer. His eyes change from blue to bloodshot, "What the fuck is this?" he growls, grip tightening. I wince in pain. "What?" "You're marked!" he roars.