Curse Mark Kimimaro Novels & Stories

My eyes lit up with a fiery spark and I spat, “The woman standing in front of you is a mother, Kramen not your mate. Your tricky words can’t waver me.” Drawing in a deep breath, I lunged at him again, but he grabbed my hand before I could strike him. His expression darkened. “You don’t have to try so hard to kill me, Melinda. If you really want to see me dead, all you need to do is reject me….” The knife slipped through my fingers and dropped to the floor with a clank as his words rang in my ears. Kramen was right. All I had to do was reject him and he would die because of the curse.

he said. "What! It can't be. I was the one he loved at first. Why the sudden twist of fate?" I asked. "You have to understand that the Alpha is under a curse and the only person that can help him break it is that girl and that's why they are bonded together," he explained. "Curse…! I think I have a brief knowledge of that," she said. "I am telling you all this so that you won't feel worse when you find him in the arms of another woman. They are fated mates," he said.

“Kim, blow the wolf flute. We need to weaken them before they reach us.” Kim hesitated, his hand hovering over the flute. “Are you sure, Ava? You’ve already used so much of your strength…” Before I could answer, Karim intervened, his voice firm and decisive. “Do it, Kim. It’s the only way to protect the people we’ve got in front. We can’t let them get overrun.”

I couldn't resist joining in, clapping and chanting, "Kiss her! Marry her!" Chris turned to look at me, his face a picture of shock. "Fiora, have you lost your mind? I'm your mate!"

“But that’s not what you said. You told me… you said you were only going to sacrifice her wolf. Not Aria. You promised.” What the fuck? “Mark, we have to do this,” Marcel says, sounding more tired than angry now. “Aren’t you tired of the curse?” I look at Mark, desperation bleeding from every word I speak. “Don’t listen to them. I can help you. I can break the gate. Just let me go. Please, Mark.” Marcel moves closer, his tone turning persuasive. “And then what, huh? What’s out there for us, Mark? Nothing. But here… here we can rule. We can live like kings and queens. We just need to go through with this. One last sacrifice.”

I mutter, pushing past Erica and heading for the door. "Alfonso!" she calls after me, but I'm don’t listen, I walk away I make it to a quiet place before the next wave of pain hits. The curse mark flares again across my chest like hell, and this time I do scream. The sound that comes out isn't entirely mine, Bimbo does too. But this one doesn't fade like the others. The pain keeps building, and with it comes the rage. My wolf is trying to escape from my body. Bimbo is demanding to hunt and kill and destroy everything in sight.

The possibility of dying after the mark had been placed. "Are you really here, little Camilla?" Cassian placed his palms on his lips, too shocked to believe what he was staring at. "I think I am," I whispered back. "What happened?" "You didn't die from the mate mark. How did that happen? How did you fucking come back to life, little Camilla?" Cassian said, his voice shaking slightly as he ran back into my arms, hugging me as deeply as he ever had.

If he saw these marks, if he knew what they meant, would it be the last thread to snap? The thought terrified me more than the dream itself. Lio didn’t move, didn’t write again. He only studied me with that unwavering stare, as if he were silently daring me to keep carrying it alone. My fists curled around the burning symbols. And in the quiet, I heard Kael’s voice from the night before, heavy with regret. She begged me to let him live. And now I wonder if that was her final mistake. The curse wasn’t just chasing me anymore. It was inside me, branded into my skin, binding me to something I didn’t understand.

His jaw tightened as if contemplating something dangerous. "The Moonmark," he said finally. "It’s real. And you’re the key." Sena felt a chill run down her spine, but it wasn’t from fear—it was from something deeper, something more instinctual. The Moonmark. She had heard the legends, of course, the stories passed down through whispers in the dark. The mark of the Goddess, the symbol of power, of leadership. But she had always thought it was just a myth. An old tale told to keep the Mute Wolves in line, to remind them of their place.

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.