Curse Mark Kimimaro Novels & Stories

Canan was the one to suppress him by burning the black mark that appeared on Onimura's left shoulder. Cursed marks can appear at any part of the upper body once a Starlian loses his sense to think rationally and be consumed by hatred or any strong negative emotions. These marks can be burned when they appear, but only once. It will also leave a scar on the person, a proof that he or she is a survivor. If the corruption returns, then there will be no other choice but to kill the host of the cursed mark. "I know it's inevitable, but should it come to that…I hope I will not be the one to do it."

The attention that lay upon me heavily like a mask is now turned to the body that lay on the ground and the warriors slowly begin to examine each mark with painstaking patience. Without looking at the body, I know what they're seeing because for the past half hour, I stood over the same body, examining the same lines till I could tell the difference in the length and width of each of them. “The marks are similar," I hear one of them, the closest to me, whisper to his other colleague, before he turns and looks at my fingers now folded in front of me. “The curse has finally caught up with us," I hear another whisper, glancing in my direction before quickly glancing back to avoid being affected

It was about standing beside Alaric, not just as his mate, but as someone the pack could depend on. “And the marking?” I asked hesitantly, my heart pounding as the words left my lips. Alaric leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as his gaze softened. “The marking is different. It’s private, something between us. It’s a bond that ties us together on every level—physically, emotionally, spiritually. Once it’s done, it can’t be undone.” The weight of his words settled over me, making my chest tighten. I understood the significance of marking, the permanence of it. It wasn’t just a declaration—it was a binding connection that would link us forever.

Through the ringing in my ears, I heard Kael shouting. “Alia!” I couldn’t breathe. Kayla, my wolf, whimpered weakly in my mind. We can’t win… we’re too weak… “No,” I whispered shakily in my mind. “Not like this. Please… help me…help us.” Everything went silent. Then my shoulder, where my birthmark was, was burned. A faint glow pulled from it. Kayla growled softly, I feel strong Alia. Get up, Alia. My eyes snapped open—bright gold.

Which somehow made it even creepier. Most of the messages came from the same unknown number, while Dante barely responded at all. One message read: “You promised this wouldn’t happen again.” Another one: “You’re already too attached.” Then lower down: “You know how the curse reacts whenever emotions get involved.” My chest tightened so painfully this time that I actually lowered the phone slightly while trying to breathe properly again. Curse reacts? What the hell did that even mean? I suddenly remembered the way Mara spoke earlier. The confidence in her voice when she talked about Dante dying like it was already guaranteed. No fear. No emotions attached. Just pure certainty and confidence.

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.

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.

My eyes lit up with a fiery spark and I spat, “The woman standing in front of you is a mother, Kramen not your mate. Your tricky words can’t waver me.” Drawing in a deep breath, I lunged at him again, but he grabbed my hand before I could strike him. His expression darkened. “You don’t have to try so hard to kill me, Melinda. If you really want to see me dead, all you need to do is reject me….” The knife slipped through my fingers and dropped to the floor with a clank as his words rang in my ears. Kramen was right. All I had to do was reject him and he would die because of the curse.

he said. "What! It can't be. I was the one he loved at first. Why the sudden twist of fate?" I asked. "You have to understand that the Alpha is under a curse and the only person that can help him break it is that girl and that's why they are bonded together," he explained. "Curse…! I think I have a brief knowledge of that," she said. "I am telling you all this so that you won't feel worse when you find him in the arms of another woman. They are fated mates," he said.