Curse Mark Anko Novels & Stories

“Break the bond with Anokai. And then we’ll be able to find our real mate.” “Yes.” “And the hunger?” I asked. “Will finding our true mate stop it?” “Completely.” Miasan’s voice filled with certainty. “Your true mate is the key to breaking the curse. Once you mark her, claim her, bond with her properly, the hunger will fade. The beast will quiet. You will finally have the peace you’ve sought for so long.” It sounded too good to be true. After years of suffering, of fighting the hunger every moment of every day, salvation was within reach?

​"Now, Aris!" ​As the doctor quickly hooked up the leads and adjusted the sensors, I stood back, my hands trembling. I stared at her neck. The Mark, that beautiful curse that had started all of this, was no longer its usual faint silver. It was pulsing. A toxic, bruised violet light emanated from her skin, casting an eerie glow across the underside of her jaw. It looked like a living thing, a parasite gorging itself on whatever was left of her spirit. Just like it did with the void.

Marco had been with me long enough to know when to stop pushing. Finally, he spoke again. “The cult… you’re sure they’re done?” “They’re ash,” I said. “Whatever survived won’t come looking. Not for her.” “Because of you?” “Because of what she is.” Marco grimaced. “You’re really bringing a living curse into your house.” I turned to him, my expression flat. “I brought a variable. There’s a difference.” He held my gaze for a moment, then sighed. “You always did love complicated problems.”

He lowered his hands, his breath hitching in his throat. He didn't see Samantha, the "perfect" princess he had been promised. He saw a girl with eyes like molten amber, her black hair fanned out across the pillows like a dark halo. But more than that, he saw the mark on her shoulder—the one the bite had revealed. It wasn't a standard pack mark. It was a silver crescent moon entwined with a golden sun. "You..." Lucas whispered, his voice raw with wonder. "You aren't the one they described."

It wasn't like I hadn't tried telling my family about the curse. A month ago, the pack witch, Alina Lopez, told me that the curse was extremely deadly, with no way of lifting it. I would be coughing up blood and dying in a month. The first thing I did was to return home to see my family. As soon as I walked in, I saw my older brother, Kent Greene, happily holding up a beautiful new dress against Natali Fisher. "Dad, Mom, look at the dress Kent bought for me—isn't it beautiful?" Natali twirled around with the dress and looked over to Mom and Dad.

I asked her and frowned. “It usually happens when the mate bond is being severed, when the bond between two people comes to an end,” she said. “But the mark is appearing on them now, they weren’t mated before,” Alexa said. “They were the basis of the curse was the mate bond. That old bond is resurfacing now and if what she is saying is true then it’s being severed,” May explained. “Being severed if what you are guys are saying is true then why? Why is it suddenly being severed?” David asked.

Alone. Marked.

the man said before leaving me to stare at the empty spot where he had been standing a few minutes ago. Feeling like I was going crazy, I returned to the house. I was still thinking about what the man said about someone finding out about us. Who was it? Why would they attack our pack over this curse? “ Hey, you're back. I didn't find much about the prophecy or curse, but it says that on your birthday, a mark will appear on your body,” Rowena said. That got my attention, “ What kind of mark?” Lucian and I both ask.

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.

If the condition of breaking the curse is for both of us to give AND receive the mate mark, then it would actually solve the problem-- If Willa would be willing to mark Kirsch, and let me mark her, then all three of us would get AND give a mark. Though I wasn't actually sure that would work. Kirsch brought too much uncertainty to the curse. But I knew he wouldn't take his mark off me. Though I tried to explain to Nox, she couldn't understand that even if Kirsch took his mark off me, it would scar me forever, and I wouldn't be able to take her mark. So I proposed the game: