Curse Mark Anko Novels & Stories

she murmured close to my ear. Turning around to face her, her face remained in shadow. “I want information about this mate mark.” I turned my neck for her to inspect. The blue rose mark was a living thing, constantly moving underneath my skin, growing. Its thorns digging into my soul. She cast a look at it, turned her back, and ignited a collection of black candles embedded in the stone. "Knowledge is expensive." As if money were a problem. “Name your price. I want to know what it means. Is it a curse?”

“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.

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."

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.

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 ]

And if he’s showing much interest in the kid, it can never be good. “what do you want Cedric?” I repeated, sharper this time. He leaned forward, his expression turning serious. “The council. They demand that you complete the marking before the next full moon. They would like to proceed with the Luna crowning ceremony.” I let out a bitter laugh. “You people just can’t stay away from my business, can you?” He shrugged. “Tell them,” I said, voice cold, sharp as a blade, “there will be no marking. No Luna crowning ceremony. And if any of those old hags so much as step foot in my pack…”

“I saw her. The first Luna. She told me… the mark needs my blood.” Roman’s face darkened. “No. Absolutely not.” “She said it’s the only way to end this,” Lena said. “If I complete the ritual, the curse will die with me. The packs will finally be free.” He shook his head, his voice breaking. “We’ll find another way. There’s always another way.” She reached for his hand, pressing it against her chest where the mark burned. “This is the way, Roman. You know it.” He stared at her, every muscle in his body trembling. “If you go through with this, I’ll lose you.”