Curse Mark Kimimaro Novels & Stories

She died on the spot. In this life, Sally decided to switch paths early and made preparations ahead of time. So she wasn't as vicious toward me as she had been before. Even then, she still failed. Because she never expected me to uncover the truth. Sally refused to accept it. "So what if you figured it out? No one can break the curse. The only person who knew how is dead. Kyla, you're still going to die by my hand in this life." I didn't say a word. I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm.

Gabriel took a seat beside Kimberly . "I was just teasing you. You did nothing wrong." Kimberly assured him. "When are you going to settle, Mark? " Marrie asked. "I think I'm going to die mateless. Moon Goddess is punishing me for my sins." Mark commented. "Look for your mate, and if you can't find one, go for a chosen mate. Just don't repeat the mistakes you made in the past." Marrie said to Mark. As a mother, she want to see both her sons happy and settled with their partner.

Lira moved like lightning, her runes glowing with white fire as she burned through the corrupted ones, leaving trails of ash in her wake. But no matter how many we cut down, more came. They crawled from the mist, endless and screaming. “This isn’t a pack,” Kael shouted. “It’s a curse given form!” “Then we end it!” I yelled back. I felt the mark on my arm ignite—hot, bright, alive. The world seemed to narrow until there was only light and shadow. I drove my blade into the earth, channeling every ounce of strength I had left. The runes on Lira’s hands flared in response, merging with the energy of my mark.

“Then we begin. Let no one know of this. It stays between us. If the council gets word of this!.The shame falls on our house.” ——— The next day unannounced Marisa arrived at Blackmoon pack house. Through the SUV’s Window she looked at the property in awe and excitement. “Once Damian marries me and forms the alliance… we will use my weapon to shatter Silvermoon pack. And if he resist’s me…” She smirked coldly “The same blade will destroy him”. She stepped out of her car. Touched her bag. Feeling the blade she smiled. The secret weapon.A cursed Relic stolen from Silvermoon’s old ruins.

Chloe wept in despair, trying to crawl back toward the pack, but the guards mercilessly pushed her away. She could only watch as she was abandoned in the wilderness. No one would remember who she once was. No one would care if she lived or died. Damon's punishment was even more cruel. The Alpha King himself branded a cursed mark over his heart: a crescent moon that would forever weep blood. This mark would make him eternally feel the tearing agony of a broken mate bond, yet he would never be allowed to die.

Someone had sent this man to harm Astoria. My jaw tightened. “Did he confess anything?” I asked, my tone icy. “No,” Vladimir replied. “He barely spoke. Despite being beaten up, he didn’t utter a word.” Of course, he hadn’t. For a moment, I studied him. He must have been the best in his pack. A gamma, by the looks of his stature. The urge to know the mastermind behind sending this man to hunt down and even think of harming what was mine… Before I could finish the thought, I crushed it.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

And of course, while consuming blood, I have to remove the necklace from my neck because every time I wear the necklace, I look like a complete human being. "Well, shit. All I can say is, I'm thankful I can finally rest my fucking brain from studying the shit of everything." I sigh ejaculation. Sarreth suddenly threw me a black and yellow drink. "What the fuck is this chuckie thing?" I wondered. Sarreth slapped her forehead unconsciously. "Stop cussing the fuck down already, Celare. Are you going to talk to that mysterious goddess of yours like that?" Sarreth asked me a serious question.