Curse Mark Kimimaro Novels & Stories

What matters is why you're here. I closed my eyes and tried to focus; flashbacks of Maverick being taken came to mind. "Maverick! He's been taken!" I gasped. "Sì, coniglietto. Allora cosa vuoi da me?" Yes, bunny. So what do you want from me? I closed my eyes once more and focused. "I need your help going against the Cobras. I know I can't do it alone, and I won't let Damian ruin his life to protect me."

The group made their way to Grace’s lab, as they entered Valaria asked the question that everyone was thinking, “Cursed by whom?” Stacy turned and her face dropped, “I have two theories about that, either Lucifer…” “Or William,” Dominic interrupted unapologetically. Stacy nodded again, and looked to Okimi. The Kitsune knew what she was being asked, “The one who died, Marie? Her heart will be marked, a symbol, that will lead us to the one who has cursed the Pack.” “I think I can help with that,” Grace offered as she entered the lab with what looked like a stainless steel sandwich box that she placed on one of the surgical tables.

Feeling Apprehensive, Faelon was unsure what to expect. Lucifer was smiling when Faelon appeared suddenly before him. Finding his behavior odd, Faelon furrowed his brow and glared at him. "What do you want?" He questioned condescendingly. Lucifer lifted his brow and smiled wider. "I have called you to inform you that you have been replaced by Salis's cousin Taran. So enjoy your demon-marked mate," he answered nonchalantly. "Why is she still marked?" He questioned firmly. Leaning back in his chair, Lucifer crossed his arms and sighed.

Liam asked impatiently. River exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. He leaned back and flicked his gaze to the rest of us, his expression grim. He motioned toward the captive’s tongue. Nausea crawled in my gut when I realized that there was some odd symbol attached on their mouth—as if it was burned there: a star inside a cicrle. “The witch’s mark,” River stated while looking at corpses’ tongues. “They’re cursed. If they try to speak about the location of their headquarters, they—”

“Lord Markis—” “I am not talking to you, young man,” he cut off Killian when he tried to get the attention of the guardian of the Wolf Tomb. “I am talking to the Alpha of the Silver Crescent pack, who I think is already starting to lose himself from the curse that is slowly overtaking his body,” the old man hissed as he squinted his eyes at Dominic. A low growl escaped from Dominic’s throat like an animal trapped in a cage. He retorted to the old man, “Where is the source, Markis? I need to destroy it! Now!”

A scout from a neighboring pack, one thought long scattered in the war. In his hand was a sigil drawn in dirt and blood. Not of the Broker, not of Striker. A new mark, unfamiliar but pointed directly at us. Mia stepped forward, knelt beside him, and read the final breath he whispered into her ear. Her face changed not in fear but in recognition. Something she thought buried had just clawed its way out of the grave. “We’re not done,” she said, rising to her feet. “And this time, it isn’t about me.”

Mira worked diligently, her hands sparkling with healing energy as she tried to fight the dark magic running through his veins. Xander paced nearby, his eyes never leaving Callum's face, while Ryder and Damian stood in the corner, deep in quiet talk. Aria entered the room, her presence drawing everyone's attention. "Any change?" she asked softly. Mira shook her head. "The curse is strong. It's taking everything I have to keep him stable." Aria nodded, her eyes moving to Ryder and Damian. "We need to talk," she said, leading them into the hallway. Once alone, she turned to them. "The Keeper mentioned a mark. A black crescent moon with three slashes beneath it. Have either of you seen anything

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

I cried. “Maya!” Rowan shouted. Kael struggled to his knees, blood running down his face. “It’s not midnight yet,” Rowan called out. “You can still do it!” Kael’s eyes met mine. “It might activate the curse…” Rowan coughed. “It’s our only chance! You think I like the idea of you marking her again?” I gasped. “He wants to mark me again?” Kael roared, breaking free of the magical binds. He ran at me, grabbed me from the hunters, and sank his teeth into my shoulder.

He put his lips on my core and i felt my legs shiver, letting out moans as his tongue slipped through inside my core, licking my fluid. As he pleasured me, my folds felt a tingly sensation, a feeling I loved, I felt goosebumps. “Does this mean we are mates now? Since you've marked me?” my voice slipped through my lips in between moans. His tongue paused and slipped out. “No, we can't be mates. The curse is strong beyond any magic,” he stood up and turned. I felt disappointed, what did I expect. He's Damion, he marks me, makes me feel good then leaves me wondering. Lingering for him.