Curse Mark Kimimaro Novels & Stories

“So… your mate is a Head Gamma’s daughter. And she has no scary Father that her mate has to please…” Liam threw his head back and laughed. “… and she gets attracted to her best friend Carson –“ “Not anymore because she is marked,” he said firmly. “Ha-ha! The curse won’t affect me anymore, Liam.” I sat up beside him then kissed his cheek. “You have absolutely no reason to be jealous of.” “I’m not,” he replied, pulling me into his lap. “You’re right. I have ‘absolutely no reason to be jealous of’”.

I stood before Marcus, my posture deferential, my head slightly bowed, but my heart pounded with a cold, calculating ambition that burned hotter than the flames. Marcus slouched in his obsidian throne, his crimson robe hanging open, revealing the scarred expanse of his chest, the faint glow of a curse’s mark pulsing beneath his skin—a secret I’d pieced together from his winces, his sudden gasps, his desperate obsession with the Moonborn. I masked my smirk, my dark eyes glinting with the knowledge I held close, my hands clasped behind my back.

she said carefully, “what we’re not sure of is how the entire ritual will go. The prophecy—Soteria’s message, doesn’t say clearly what happens after the curse is broken. Yes, your blood will shatter it, but… it didn’t say whether you’d survive it.” My breath caught. “What?” She nodded. “There’s a possibility that after the curse is broken, Kilian might be given another mate—someone to live with freely, without the bond of the curse. And you… you might not survive the ritual.” My stomach turned cold. “I think that’s what your mother was afraid of,” Carmen finished gently. I sat in silence, letting the weight of those words settle like heavy stones on my chest. I swallowed slowly, staring at m

“The bond is real. I broke the curse. Kael lives because of it. Don’t twist his pain into your politics.” Mirka narrowed her eyes. “Then where is the mark?” Aria blinked. “What mark?” A hush fell. Elder Mirka smirked. “Every true Luna receives a sigil when the curse is broken. Yours has not surfaced. You are no Luna. Just a convenient replacement for the one he truly lost.” Something sharp twisted in Aria’s gut. Could it be true? Was she never fated… only chosen? Behind her, a door slammed. Every wolf turned.

My mouth fell open in shock, and I stuttered, “What the actual...fuck you, you bloody psycho...” “Careful,” he cut me off smoothly, his voice darker now, his eyes glowing red as fire as he lowered his mouth toward my throat, “the more you curse, the more I want to mark you. And once I mark you… you’ll never escape me.” “You stupid...don’t you...”

Without me, he would never have found you. Without me— You would belong to no one. My entire body trembles. “No. I belong to myself.” The shadows recoil as if struck. Silence. Then the curse’s voice deepens into something cold and ancient enough to carve mountains: You belong to what brought you back. You belong to what marked you first. My hand flies to my chest. To the mate mark that has burned for days. It flares now. Bright. White-hot. Alive. I scream as pain explodes through me—fire racing up my spine, slicing through my nerves, shattering my breath.

He whispered his lost love’s name. “Forgive me…” His hand glowed. The curse unraveled—pulling backward. The mark faded slowly, gold draining away into nothing. Liora gasped as relief flooded her body. The bleeding slowed. The baby kicked—gentle now. Normal. Garrick stood, broken. “Go. The curse ends with me. My line dies here.” The pack howled in protest. A few charged in rage. Garrick roared. “Enough! The war ends now!”

"Promise me you'll run if you need to. Promise me you won't let love or loyalty or the gods-damned bond get you killed." "I promise to do what's necessary to keep us both alive," I say. It's not the promise he wants, but it's the only one I can give. He opens his mouth to argue, but the words die as the first rays of the Bloodmoon crest the horizon. The effect is instantaneous. Kael's body goes rigid, his eyes rolling back as the curse surges through him. The mark on his ribs flares brilliant red, and shadows explode from his skin like smoke. He gasps, falls to his knees, the chains rattling as his muscles spasm. And then he screams.

I reminded him. “That’s right! I got in trouble for punching him in the gut!” Kam said. He leaned over and pecked my lips. “Nobody messes with my girl.” Kimi smacked him. “Where were you when Mark did that to me?” “He did that to you, too?” Kam looked at Kimi confused. I bent my head and tried not to giggle. Mark Jansson had done the exact same thing to Kimi the week before he had done it to me. “I think you might have been the one to push Kimi in the puddle, but Mark laughed.”

A little bit surprised but he didn't look back as he already felt his presence, he knew who it was. "Marek!," Lucian said as he couldn't hide the smile that crept in on his face. Marek is one of Lucian's childhood best friends and also his beta, unlike Lucian's perfect physique, Marek could also pass for a handsome man, he's a blonde hair guy with a round face and cherry full lips. five months back Keres invaded the neighboring village, the hometown of Marek. [Keres are death spirit, though they do not cause people to die they waited for people to die so they could feed on their flesh] Anywhere those ominous spirit stays it becomes erie, cold, and full of wraith.