Curse Mark Anko Novels & Stories

"The human." Maya's stomach dropped. "I'm not—" "You are." Wilder cut her off flat. "Marked." He said it like a fact. Like weather. Like something he already owned and didn't need her to confirm. Marlowe laughed. One short, sharp sound with no humor in it. "Marked by you," he said. "Not kept by you. Yet." Then he turned the full weight of his attention on Maya, and his voice changed. Smoother. Almost kind. That was somehow worse.

I interrupted him directly, "No! I won't go back with you. This is my home. Also, I already have a mate. Stop bothering me." James abruptly looked at me, his pupils widening in shock. "What did you say?" Ryan strode over and took my hand calmly. The scent of his mark on me emanated undisguisedly. "Alpha, today is a big day in which Emma and I become mates. I won't hold your nonsense against you, but please leave our house immediately." James was stunned for a moment before answering, "This joke isn't funny at all." "I'm not joking, Alpha James. Ryan has marked me. We're mates now."

he said, “I cannot claim you, Seraphine Vale. You are… cursed. I reject you.” Instantly, I felt a dagger slice through my chest. The first curse ignited instantly. I opened my mouth and tried to scream, to demand justice, but no sound came. Kaleen’s rejection had stolen my voice. My mother, standing behind me, noticed my voice was gone. “Kaleen! You cannot do this! my mother cried, her voice ringing through the hall. “You cannot destroy her; your rejection has already taken her voice.” “I don't care; I choose my own fate,” Kaleen said. He turned his back on me, leaving a silence so thick it felt like death.

I find Aniko in the kitchen and her face is crimson red when I find her talking to a guy. A smirk curved my lips. The man sees me and excuses himself. He looks a little shy and once he's out of view I turn my attention to Aniko and cross my arms over my chest. "Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you guys' ' I muttered quietly. Aniko brushed me off. "No you weren't interrupting anything besides Brandon and I are just friends." I cocked a brow at her and she gave in by groaning deeply. "Fine I like him but don't make a big deal out of it. I'm a widow. I'm not supposed to feel these kinds of feelings...I need to honor my late husband's memory."

And in her heart, Caramel cursed that Kenzo was the most bastard man in the world. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ See you 👋 ~Next Chapter~

I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light. He went very still. "Where did you get that?" His voice had changed. It sounded a little rough now. "A friend," I said. "He gave it to me before I left home. It was a gift" Caelum reached out, slow enough that I could have pulled back if I wanted to, and turned my palm gently so the symbol faced him fully. His jaw tightened. "This is a Hollow Court mark," he said. I blinked. "A what?" "You don't know what that is." It wasn't a question, more like he was confirming something to himself.

There were so many options it was mildly overwhelming. Okay… this one. I grabbed a brown eyeliner pencil, a clear lip gloss, a brow pencil, and — after a brief internal pep talk — the terrifying metal eyelash curlers. They looked like a medieval torture device. But hey. Character development. I was about to move on when the perfume display caught my eye. I recognized that brand from an ad. Technically, it was a pheromone perfume that claimed it made you smell irresistible, which was obviously just marketing nonsense…

LAYLA Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at the mark on my neck. Yeah. That mark. You know the one you get after your fated mate marks you with a kiss. Although my mark looked like it, it was literally smoking like a cursed barbecue. Black smoke curled out of it with little flashes of red, like someone shoved a demon inside my skin, but whatever it was, I was so happy about it. My entire existence was not in vain. I finally had a purpose goddess chose me for.

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

In the photo, the man’s hand was scarred from battle, his fingers long and dominant as they held my pale wrist. But the focal point was undeniable: the black-gold signet ring on his thumb, carved with the roaring head of a wolf. The symbol of the Northern Overlord. I didn't block anyone. I posted it directly to my public feed. The caption was simple, brutal, and provocative: [This Alpha mate is much better. #Upgrade ]