Curse Mark Kimimaro Novels & Stories

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

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.

"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 felt relieved he had come and also apprehensive when I watched him fight. After making sure Diane was okay, Mason hurried over to my side. He reached for me, trying to check if I was okay. But the moment his hands touched me, pain slammed through him. He doubled over before trying to stabilize himself. Henry's pack soon noticed I was alone with Mason and surrounded me. "You... You are Marked!" Mason said in horror.

I could see the storm in his eyes. “I’ve seen this before,” he muttered. “Years ago. Out east. Right before a pack vanished overnight.” “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer right away. But Damon did. “It’s called the Omen Mark,” he said smoothly. “A warning. And a curse.” I turned toward him. “You knew what it was this whole time?” Damon shrugged. “I’ve done my research. Something you’d know if you hadn’t been busy sulking in the greenhouse.”

And still, the voice pulsed, relentless. “Mark her,” it demanded. Sharo pulsed beneath my skin, almost splintering with power I could barely contain. My curse flared like liquid fire, yellow veins burning across my neck to my sleeves, a marking that pulsed with my frustration, my lust, my guilt. “Claim her. Make her ours.” “Ah,” he purred, “bet she wants it too. Can you feel it? The pull?” I shook my head, forcing the wolf down. “Stay. Stay buried.”

ARYA’S POV "That's better," Marco murmured. "See? This doesn't have to be unpleasant." He kissed me, his hands roaming my body. He squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple. I kissed him back, my stomach churning with revulsion. "I'll give you everything," he promised between kisses. "A life in paradise. Everything you could want." "What about Dante?" I managed to say. He pulled back, his eyes glazed with lust. "What about him?"

"I'm not leaving you here forever. But right now, you're the main suspect. The brothers have their attention entirely on you. Which means they're not looking anywhere else." "When do I get out?" "Soon. A few more days. Once the real show begins, you'll be released. I promise." Garrick didn't look convinced. "What real show?" I considered how much to tell him. Decided he deserved to know what his sacrifice had bought. "The girl is carrying a curse. The triple mark." "The what?" "You really didn't pay attention in Alpha classes, did you?" I shook my head. "The triple mark is an ancient curse. Women born with it are supposed to be executed at birth. They bring destruction to everyone they bond

he said. I didn’t even waste a minute and got up and started running as fast as my feet could, maybe it was the adrenaline, but I have never ran so fast in my entire life. “she is running away, she has the blood mark curse. We have to kill her before she gets far” one coven member yelled, and I ran faster after hearing that. What is the blood mark curse? Why do they want to kill me? what have I done? What is going on?

She barely suppressed a shudder when that fragment of her vision flashed in her mind. Kim dying, Kim's badly burned body, and those vacant eyes, she might as well have a memory loss. What she wanted now was to return to her room, lie down, and take a nap. She was feeling groggy and irritable because of the itching of her curse marks. They were easy to break and just as easy to heal. The only downside was the scabs formed that were twice as itchy on them. She didn't want to be questioned while she felt like thousands of ants were crawling on her skin.