Cursemark Of Death Use Novels & Stories

“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything. The connection is tangible. The sparks — electric. And her scent… it’s like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. Smoky vanilla—” “And lavender,” I finish. Realization crashes over him. “No.” The word chokes out. His face drains of color. He drags a hand through his long hair. “She’s… but… no. No, no, no. That’s not possible.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. We have the same mate. This has to be some twisted joke. Goddess… why? ———————————————————————————— Sebastian’s POV I am angry. No — I am raging.

She never had. My mark flared again, and this time I couldn't suppress a hiss of pain. The timing wasn't coincidental. The curse responded to proximity – not just to fire-born creatures, but to other marked operatives. Kira would be feeling the same thing, using it like a compass to narrow down my location.

“Where I control myself.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “This is where you came… that night?” “Yes.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Why does it happen to you…What's the beast they talk about?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s a curse. When it happens, it demands blood. The only good thing is that it makes me stronger in battle. Deadlier. But it also takes from me…eats me slowly” She stepped closer to me. “Then why did it take over when we were kissing?”

“Louder this time. The walls listen.” I swallowed. “Our bodies are vessels,” I recited, voice obedient, familiar words scraping my throat. “Our blood is borrowed. Our breaths are offerings. We are the chosen keepers of the Mark, the last gate between this world and the hunger beneath it.” “And the Mark?” she prompted. The skin on my left shoulder prickled as if it heard her. “The Mark is not a curse,” I said. “The Mark is the seal.” Mother Elara’s gaze softened, but not with affection. With reverence. With fear.

,Arena seemed to catch the frequency, "The room you are in is the room rumored to have that deadly curse. There used to be two people who died there.." Taking a long breath, Arena continued: "Have you heard Mozart's sonata? When the music plays, someone dies. It's the SONATA CURSE." The thunder resounded throughout the sky when mentioning the death sonata.

Black liquid, blood, soaked the dirty carpet; some of them had splashed onto her face and her khaki coat. “He’s so hot, even in death,” Marc said from her side. His name was Marcus, but everyone called him Marc. “It’s an incubus. Of course, it’s good-looking. Stop talking like that about a dead body. Disgusting.” Danica shut him up. Her coat stripped off, she wiped the smelly blood off of her face with it.

The sword came driving swiftly into his chest, he looked up at Yahiko that was holding the sword before he spurted blood from his lip. Yahiko then pulled out the sword before Kagami's chest and his body fell to the floor almost lifeless. "You see that's the price for using your curse, it is your skin"; Yahiko uttered while gazing down at Kagami. His skin was all burnt up as the fire that engulfed his body disappeared and it seems like it was not healing at all. Kagami never knew that was the price because he had never used his curse this long. His eyelids were becoming heavy and blurry, then he died. His body turned into ashes and disappeared.

It seems like Drex was holding back. "What is it?" I asked curiously. "Well while checking the dead body we found something." I narrowed my eyes on him. "What did you find?" He turned to look back at the dead body and met my gaze. "T.D were marked on her cheek." I frowned, scoffing in annoyance. The dark tide was back.

he begged, its voice barely audible over the howling wind. Mark's laughter was cold and mirthless, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spine as the sand stung his face. "Do you know what they call me?" he asked, his voice low and menacing, his words almost lost in the storm. The minion hesitated, his eyes darting wildly around the desolate landscape before fixing on Mark's face. "N-no," he stammered, his voice barely audible over the wind. Mark's smile was cruel and unforgiving, his eyes glinting with a deadly light as the sand swirled around him. "They call me Death Marksman," he hissed, his voice carried away by the wind. "Remember it!"

She looked down at the hole, which now had blood gushing out of it like a running tap. “If I had been killed by Emilia or Fredrick, I would have no regrets. I would have taken it knowing I offended them and I deserve death by their hands, but not you, Mark. You shall die a miserable death. Everyone you love and those who love you will depart right before your eyes, one after the other, and the world will be too lonely for you. You shall be isolated, and even death shall reject you.” Mark laughed as she laid one curse after the other. He did not care. There was nothing in her words, and he did not believe in such.