Curse Mark Anko Novels & Stories

Her mother Mariseth now regarded her as a thorn she couldn’t pluck, while Ravena looked at her like a rival to be crushed. That morning, Liora sat alone in the garden, staring at her reflection in the pond. The surface rippled faintly with the breeze, distorting the image of her pale face. Her fingers brushed against the strange birthmark just beneath her collarbone, its faint silvery glow hidden beneath her dress. What does this mark even mean? Why was I cursed with it? she thought bitterly. She drew her knees up to her chest, wishing the world would simply forget she existed. The sound of footsteps broke her solitude. Her body stiffened before she heard his voice.

I said softly, “being Luna isn’t just a title. It’s a bond. A partnership. It’s standing beside me, not behind me. It’s leading this pack with me, in every sense of the word.” She nodded, her fingers tightening around mine. “And the marking?” The question hung between us, heavy with meaning. I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. “The marking is... sacred. It’s a bond that goes beyond anything else. It’s physical, emotional, spiritual. Once it’s done, we’ll be connected in a way that no one can break. It’s permanent.” Her eyes searched mine, filled with questions I couldn’t fully answer. “And if I’m not ready?”

asked Ethan after a long pause. "I'll make the recipe. And I'll also be waiting here to schedule a medical examination for Miss Russell while you go to the pharmacy," said Anthony. Ethan nodded in understanding. Next, he turned his head towards William. Want to find out the response of the owner of this room. But in fact the man seemed not to care about anything. "This is the recipe," said Anthony while giving Ethan the recipe that had to be redeemed. Ethan accepted then immediately greeted the pharmacy. "Are you feeling better, Miss Russell? Is it still hard to breathe?" Anthony asked Leona.

I opened it carefully, flipping through the yellowed pages until I found what we were looking for. “There,” Lysa said, pointing to a page that depicted a symbol eerily similar to the one we’d found. It was slightly different, but the resemblance was unmistakable. My eyes scanned the text beside it, the words filling me with a growing sense of unease. “This symbol is called the Mark of the Shadowed Moon,” I read aloud. “It’s said to be an ancient curse, placed upon those who seek to defy fate or disrupt the natural order of the pack. The mark is a warning—a sign that the bearer is being watched by forces beyond their control.”

“Yebat’.” The curse roused me from my sleep and I turned to see Marek holding a platter of most-likely the bone broth Kamilia had been serving me. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, it was easily about mid-day with the sun streaming in from the windows. “You shouldn’t be up.” In a shocking action, Marek set the platter down on the table and dropped to one knee before me. His hands touched my bare legs as the goosebumps exploded all over my body. He gingerly touched my ankle.

“How did you get this?” “I’ve…always had it,” I said breathlessly, my excitement growing. “This is the mark of an ancient coven. Of Jerusalem. A secret coven, one of extreme power. One rumored to have relations with…wolves. And rumored to not even exist. How do you own this?” I felt my heart pounding. “I….don’t know. I was told it was my father’s. I…hadn’t even thought of it.” He turned it over gently, looking at the back. His eyes opened wide.

Calantha worried, she said "Then I just leave it like this, don’t I?" Mary comforted, “Don't worry. Wait for another month and the signs will disappear completely. S-rank alphas can store temporary marks for up to a month, but low-grade alphas' marks only last for a maximum of half a month. I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky. And if you want to cover it, it's simple. In this era, science and technology have advanced. You just need to stick the patch, spray the antiperspirant on the Pheromones, then put on your incense bag and then you can go to work as usual. And be careful , okay."

I took a step back, and cradled my throbbing cheek, caught off guard from the sudden movement. "What was that for?" I asked. "I told you once, and I'll tell you again. Stay away. I'm not a mark, nor a notch on your bedpost. So get it through that dense skull of yours. I will never be yours, not now, or ever. So go back to whatever hole it was you crawled out of, and leave me the hell alone." She snapped at me. She quickly grabbed my waiting drink from the counter and downed it one gulp, slamming the glass on the counter as she spun away and walked to a waiting Zach.

"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.

“Let’s eat outside.” Kenji didn’t wait for her approval. He took Akiko’s box of curry rice and carried it outside. That way, Akiko had no choice but to follow him. They sat as usual at the dining table, but the aroma of the curry clearly made a difference—at least for Akiko. The memories made her feel calmer. She wasn’t as fearful as she had been in this house for so long. “Tonkatsu.” Kenji opened another package that he'd left in the room earlier. It contained tonkatsu (breaded and fried pork cutlets). Another one of Akiko's favorites—Kenji's choices were never wrong.