Marked By Fate：the Beast's Curse Novels & Stories

“Into me?” “Yes.” Lira’s voice was calm, merciless. “The Goddess did not lie when she blessed you, but blessings and burdens are two faces of the same coin. Wendrah carried the punishment meant for another. Now, in setting her free, you’ve taken the thread into your own bloodline.” I staggered back, shaking my head. “So what - I’m cursed now?” “No.” Lira’s gaze pierced me, steady as the moon overhead. “Not cursed. Marked. That is different. A curse destroys. A mark… binds. Shapes. It means the story that began with Wendrah is not finished. And you are its next chapter.”

"The Alpha and his elders died, and their children took up the mantle, uniting the pack members and making the necessary corrections. Unfortunately, it was already late." "The curse was already there" I stated the obvious, and Carmen nodded. "Now that you have your answer, let's get back to our former conversation" Carmen suggested. "Your blood is meant to help break the curse, that is, if you're the child of prophecy which we are yet to confirm." "Why do you want to help the wolves?" I questioned sharply. "Why aren't you against us like the other witches?" Carmen exhaled heavily. "I'm doing this because it was the promise I made to my father on his death birth."

I knew I had to be ready for anything as we crossed towards the backyard of his estate to a black gate. It looked ancient with a wicked cold aura that looked within, and from the wave of Remnick’s finger, the gate opened. I looked toward Draven, who stared at me with that unknown gaze but an assuring glance nonetheless. Feel the mark under many shirt prickles, as I haven’t told Draven yet. I will soon. I swallowed a breath, and though I felt that prickly cold feeling at my spine, I locked up to face the journey ahead of me. But it could be one step closer to breaking my curse.

I shut my eyes knowing I am safe. More pain. Truly my fate is cursed.

“In my pack, on the night of the full moon ritual, the moon goddess blesses the entire pack. But she blesses the alpha king differently. A bright and glowing mark appears on the alpha’s neck which symbolizes her approval and strengthens his leadership.” I nodded. Every pack had rituals, but I had never heard of a mark like Rose’s appearing on someone else. Ethan continued, “This last full moon… during the ritual… the same mark that I saw on Rose appeared on our king’s neck.” My breath caught and for a while I couldn’t form any words. The same mark? The exact same one Rose had? My heart began to pound. “Which pack is that?” I asked, even though I already had a bad feeling.

He still won’t. If you are to survive what comes next, you must remember who you are. You are not just a wolf. You are not just fae. You are born of war and peace, of light and vengeance. You are the daughter of Maradona and Hunter. And you were never meant to stay hidden. My breath caught in my throat. Maradona and… Hunter? The letter ended there, but it didn’t really end. Below the final line was a hand-drawn map, curled and faded with age. No names. No towns. Just a stretch of forest, a crescent-shaped lake, and a mark etched near the base of a mountain.

“This is a curse.” “How!?” I shouted. My voice cracked. I needed answers. Elder Cassian stepped forward, his face serious. “The one born beneath the Blood Eclipse bears two marks: A soul that burns its mate, and a bond that ends in death. Any Alpha who dares to claim her shall feel her fire with every touch. And if the bond is sealed, death will follow within a year… brought by her hand, her womb, or her power.” Elder Cassian spoke without stopping, and each word hit me like a stone.

“That’s never a good sign.” “I need to know,” I push on, “if the stronger she gets, the more likely it is that the curse will strike if I mark her.” Morwen sighs, straightening carefully. Bones creak. Her eyes find mine. “You’re not asking about probability,” she says. “You’re asking for a guarantee. There aren’t any.” “Answer the question anyway,” I say. She studies me. “If you mark her out of fear,” she says, “the curse will have plenty to feed on. If you mark her out of trust, knowing exactly who she is and choosing her anyway—that’s the only path I see where this ends in anything but ash.”

she whispered, fear and fascination warring in her chest. “Yes,” he replied simply. “The curse is not mine alone. It feeds, it tests, it binds. You will feel it, and it will test you. Your light and my darkness will clash in ways you cannot yet imagine. That is why the mark exists — to anchor you, and to warn you. To tether you to me, so that neither of us succumbs entirely to it.”

I opened it carefully, flipping through the yellowed pages until I found what we were looking for. “There,” Lysa said, pointing to a page that depicted a symbol eerily similar to the one we’d found. It was slightly different, but the resemblance was unmistakable. My eyes scanned the text beside it, the words filling me with a growing sense of unease. “This symbol is called the Mark of the Shadowed Moon,” I read aloud. “It’s said to be an ancient curse, placed upon those who seek to defy fate or disrupt the natural order of the pack. The mark is a warning—a sign that the bearer is being watched by forces beyond their control.”