Curse Mark Anko Novels & Stories

Fiore sits in a high chair, babbling happily and grabbing at her food with chubby fists. Katana breaks the gentle hum of conversation with news that catches us all off guard. “Mark will be leaving soon to study abroad,” she announces, her tone a mix of pride and sadness. Annizah’s face falls. “Oh, Mark, we’ll miss you.” “I’ll miss you too, Annizah,” he replies, smiling warmly at her. “But it’s an opportunity I can’t pass up.” Katana reaches over and pats Annizah’s hand. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay here and help with Fiore.”

“Dammit!” Mariko cursed as soon as she rode on her motorcycle. She took her helmet from its box and wore them. ‘Why did I tremble? It was my chance to kill him… Why am I hesitant about killing him when I should not?’ She sighed exasperatedly and closed her eyes to cool down her annoyance before turning on the engine of her motorcycle. *** Two weeks Later Mariko went to the famous cafe to meet Megan as she promised to accompany Megan. From the entrance, Mariko looked around and saw Megan, elegantly sitting in the corner, while drinking her coffee sophisticatedly. She looks like she’s in a tv commercial, promoting a cafe.

“I unders⁠tand. I’m r‍eady. I’ve mad⁠e up my mi‍nd. I wi‌ll do anything to⁠ save him.” A fa‍int smile fl‌ickered a⁠cross Ag⁠beko⁠r’s stern fea⁠tures, though it‌ didn’t reach his eyes. “Good. Yet k‍now this, the path you seek is not one that any will wa⁠lk l‌ightly. Only one with the t⁠ru⁠e mark can break⁠ the curse tha‍t binds him‌. And that is why you are he⁠re. Y‌ou come see‌k‌ing someon‌e‌ you have not seen, s‍omeone whose exist⁠en⁠ce is entwined with f‌ate i‍tself. And yet‌… your ma‌te will resist you in ways that could destroy everything.”

"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.

she finally managed to say, but the large Alpha at the end of the table shook his head, as if cutting off any consideration of the other man. "No worries, Darling. We'll have him taken care of by the end of the week. By the end of the month your mark will have begun to fade. Once Reed marks you it will fade even faster. Especially if we keep on giving you the injections for a couple of months. With your wolf suppressed we can get rid of the mark in two months, tops. If Reed marks and mates you a month from now, it ought to be completely gone in time for the wedding. We probably won't even be able to see it in pictures when these two get married." Lyra giggled and laid her head against Luca's

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.

she says, picking Cyrene up and stepping closer to Iniko who is eating strips of meat as fast as Avani can give them to him. “KIKO!” Cyrene says, completely unafraid of her brother. ‘Are you surprised? She’s never shown any fear toward Ancalagon either,’ Ishir says in my mind. I watch as Iniko gently leans his snout toward Merethyl and Cyrene. “Hello, Iniko,” Merethyl says, stroking his face. He leans into her touch, but his eyes remain focused on Cyrene. “I’m like you,” she says, showing him the Blessing of the Dragons mark on her palm. Iniko sniffs her palm then begins clicking and rumbling at her. She leans over, wrapping her small arms around his snout as best she can.

I can't get enough of his love. **********************************************