Curse Mark Kimimaro Novels & Stories

" I demanded, dropping to my knees beside Kieran. Up close, I could see the marks were not tattoos—they moved, pulsed, like living things crawling beneath his skin. "Sera." Kieran's eyes found mine through his agony. They were filled with such pain it made my chest ache. "Run. Get away from me. Please." "What is this?" I reached for him but hesitated. The marks looked dangerous, wrong. "Curse," he gasped out. "Witch's curse. Cannot speak of it. Cannot—" He screamed again as the shadows crawled up his jaw. A woman's voice cut through the chaos, cold and amused.

“I’m cursed, Benedict. Don’t you get it. Aisling was supposed to be a white wolf. But because of our mother, she isn’t. I did everything, everything I could to be worthy of having a white wolf, but it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough. Do you really want to have children with me? Daughters who are cursed just like me?” White hot desire flows through me as images of children that look like a cross between Sloane and I race through my mind. Marrok pushes forward. I grab hold of him. ‘You can’t fucking mark her, Marrok. She’s underage and she’s not willing!’ ‘Mine,’ he growls. ‘Fine. Call her yours. Call her ours. I’m fine with that. But you know you can’t mark her.’ ‘Yes, I can. It just won’t las

LAYLA Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at the mark on my neck. Yeah. That mark. You know the one you get after your fated mate marks you with a kiss. Although my mark looked like it, it was literally smoking like a cursed barbecue. Black smoke curled out of it with little flashes of red, like someone shoved a demon inside my skin, but whatever it was, I was so happy about it. My entire existence was not in vain. I finally had a purpose goddess chose me for.

Ruby looked around and said, “The curse have markings on the ones who used it. I advise that for those of you whom have the curse marking, should do what’s best and turn yourself in or kill yourself.” “What? Why would they do that?” asked the Emperor. “Because if they don’t, the curse marking will pass onto their family members and those family members must carry on the curse. If they won’t follow the curse’s bidding, they will suffer a most painful death and become one of the Demons. Unable to live, unable to breathe, and unable to die.” There was gasping sounds and shocking remarks. “Guards search for them.” Soon the curse markings of the other men who were involved with Miles were found a

Marco persisted. Kimberly shot a sharp glare at Marco. "Don't mess with me. You have no right to interfere in my personal matters. Can't you do something nice for me?" Marco burst into hearty laughter, finding Kimberly's words quite amusing. "What did you say? Do something nice? So, you've considered me evil all this time? If you forget, I can bring you back home at any time. I can even destroy Nicholas whenever I want. You know very well that I'm capable of doing all of that, Kimberly." Marco's eyes gleamed sharply, and his words sent shivers down Kimberly's spine.

"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.

“The council requests your presence inside. They claim the storm is too fierce.” She did not turn around. “The storm is irrelevant. It’s the mark.” Rowan positioned himself beside her, his dark hair dampened by the rain, his eyes glowing like gold even in the dim light. “The Curse Mark?” Aria nodded. Beneath her collarbone, the faint crescent-shaped mark throbbed with a warmth that radiated through her ribs and throat. It was no longer pain—it was a summons. “It’s reacting once more,” Rowan said quietly, his brow furrowed. “More intensely than before.”

I said. “There was another werewolf and you acted calm. You know what that means?” Rupert and I shook our heads vigorously. “That means you are not the only who is curse!” “Hold on, how do you know he’s also curse? What if he came from a pack or some lace where our kinds lived and got lost in here.” “I am telling you, he is not. He’s curse like you, but he’s different. He’s not like you,” Mariko sat in the couch, massaging her hands to ease out her stress.

Trembling, I slowly turned around and saw no one behind me. "Don't be scared... I'm Vex your fire." I blinked rapidly trying to process what was going on. My mother had mentioned that I'd get my fire when I was older. "Keep walking before they find you." I nodded quietly and picked the pace and my gaze lingered on my hand which had dark marks on it. What's happening to me? "They poisoned us Rogue and we have to get out of here if we ever want a chance of surviving." My heart was pounding frantically in my chest.

“When blood and moon entwine in flame, a child of dusk shall bear the name. Marked by fire, bound by light, She’ll rise to end or heal the night. Hearts will burn, and shadows reign, The world remade through love and pain. The flame will choose — the goddess’s twin, To cleanse the sin… or fall within.” The words made her skin crawl. She looked up at Eldritch. “It speaks of Nova.” He nodded slowly. “The Marked by Moonfire. I saw it the moment she crossed your gates. The light around her — it’s not of this world.”