Novel & Cerita Curse Mark 2 Sasuke

The air grew colder. Something was wrong. So terribly wrong. He could see it now—her body shimmered faintly at the edges, like she wasn’t authentic. The curse’s mark ran like veins across her arms, glowing the same sickly blue that now pulsed in his own. He reached for her. “I’m here. It’s me. We can fight this.” Her smile faltered. “Fight…?” Her voice sounded layered, as though someone else spoke through her. “Cole, there is no fight. There is only surrender.”

Marcus said. “You sure?” I asked, the same time Marcus spoke. “Yes, there is no doubt child, you are the kings fated mate.” Said the witch. "The bond exists. Better than the majority I have seen.” "Then why is the mark gone?" Daniel asked. The witch darkened her features. "Because she is cursed." The word dropped down in the room. I felt cold all over. “Cursed?” Daniel mumbled “Yes, yes,” she said, and looked straight at me. "A binding curse. Old. Deeply rooted."

I felt relieved he had come and also apprehensive when I watched him fight. After making sure Diane was okay, Mason hurried over to my side. He reached for me, trying to check if I was okay. But the moment his hands touched me, pain slammed through him. He doubled over before trying to stabilize himself. Henry's pack soon noticed I was alone with Mason and surrounded me. "You... You are Marked!" Mason said in horror.

Keana, as if to make up for her brother’s silence, squirmed and cried, the sound strong and demanding. Mara reached down, brushing her hand lightly over her scars. The silver marks were still there, faint, but unmistakable. And when the twins cried, those scars seemed to glow, as if the very life inside them was feeding off the power of the curse that had been placed upon her. She hadn’t broken it. She had only transformed it. The curse was still there, lurking in the shadows, evolving. And it would follow her. It would follow them all.

“You just don’t like that she might be stronger than all of us combined.” The tension between them crackled, sharp enough to taste. I stood slowly, ignoring the dizziness that followed. “Stop.” Both of them fell silent. The mark pulsed once, golden light blooming faintly around my fingers. “Whatever this is, it’s connected. To her. To all of you. I can feel it.” Vale’s expression softened, barely. “Then you’re feeling the curse, too.” Cassian rolled his eyes. “He calls it a curse because he doesn’t like things he can’t control.”

Their eyes blazed with an unnatural hunger, their movements a blur of snarling fury. Mark, anticipating their attack, stood his ground, a cold smile spreading across his face. With a fluid motion, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a shotgun, its barrel glinting in the moonlight. The weapon's presence seemed to pause the minions' advance, their eyes flicking to the shotgun with a momentary hesitation. Mark's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a knowing light. "Not even you believe that your demons can take me down, Mara?" he taunted, his voice low and even.

“You moved him.” Moved him. I glance down. Kael’s hand is stretched toward the circle, fingers trembling like he’s trying to hold something invisible together. “You weren’t supposed to interrupt,” he grits out. “The curse was anchored to him. I was drawing it out in strands. Slow. Controlled.” “Drawing what out?” I demand. “The rot in Darius,” he shouts, and his calm healer mask finally cracks. “The curse is tangled with Arin’s mark. It answers to him. I was using that connection.”

Kael had never felt this way. He wanted her. He pulled away and whispered against her lips, “Mate,” At that moment, a strange force pushed him back and a mark on his chest glowed. The curse was awakened.

My mouth fell open in shock, and I stuttered, “What the actual...fuck you, you bloody psycho...” “Careful,” he cut me off smoothly, his voice darker now, his eyes glowing red as fire as he lowered his mouth toward my throat, “the more you curse, the more I want to mark you. And once I mark you… you’ll never escape me.” “You stupid...don’t you...”

"You are Mine" He murmured across my skin. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. "Kirsten, you are mine and only mine, you understand?" Kirsten Saunders had a pretty rough life. After being heartbroken and betrayed by both her father and boyfriend, Kirsten moves to a small town to find the comfort of her mother.