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

Damian responded, making Elara think. "You know, when you collapsed and lost consciousness, I thought it was because of the mark I gave you. I feared I was truly cursed, and that's why it happened. Thankfully, the doctor said there's no connection between your illness and my marking you as my fated mate," Elara explained, her voice tinged with the anxiety she had felt at the time. "You're not cursed, Elara, don't think that. Besides, I actually felt stronger after you marked me," Damian reassured her, puzzling Elara further.

The ache in my chest pulses as my emotions rise, and I hang my head in my hands, that whiskey calling to me even stronger now. "I can imagine it was a pretty overwhelming thing to discover at what... fourteen?" Mara says quietly. "Why do you smell like her?" Oscar asks. "I can't see a mark, but your scent has changed." I sigh. "Medus just took control, pushed me out, and marked Zanthe. She marked him back." I say it into my knees, but I still hear their sharp intakes of breath. Medus snarls again, battering against the cage I've forced him into.

“You didn’t stop it, child. You fulfilled it.” For a second, the world stopped moving again. Roman stiffened. “What are you talking about?” The elder looked past him, his gaze fixed on me. “Marking wasn’t meant to destroy the curse. It was meant to complete it.” Axel frowned. “That doesn’t make sense. The curse was killing her.” “Because it wasn’t ready,” the elder said sharply. “The curse needed all of you—your pain, your love, and your marks—to awaken.”

the man said before leaving me to stare at the empty spot where he had been standing a few minutes ago. Feeling like I was going crazy, I returned to the house. I was still thinking about what the man said about someone finding out about us. Who was it? Why would they attack our pack over this curse? “ Hey, you're back. I didn't find much about the prophecy or curse, but it says that on your birthday, a mark will appear on your body,” Rowena said. That got my attention, “ What kind of mark?” Lucian and I both ask.

“Let the whole land bear witness and never forget this betrayal. Let the wolves mourn their fallen Alpha and let the curse fund its vessel. And immediately, like a flash, she left. We all looked at one another, confused about what she meant, except for Sebastian, who looked lost as though he had already seen this coming. I felt something flicker on my Arm. I looked down and saw a faint, crescent-shaped line glowing beneath my skin. “A mark” ”A claim” “A curse” And that was the first seal of the prophecy.

“It means her body is a living vessel. It’s destruction and rebirth in the same breath. Her blood can amplify any power it touches, dominance, chaos, creation, and ruin. That’s why they all want her. Damien wants to drink it, Cassian wants to wield it, and the others we haven’t even seen yet will come for it too. Or they’ll kill her to keep it from being used at all.” I dragged both hands down my face. “And the hallucinations?” “The mark.” Mara’s voice softened. “Whoever she marks first draws the curse into themselves. It’s not a gentle thing. The bond pulls everything dark inside her—the rage, the grief, and the raw uncontrolled force—and funnels it through the one she chooses. If you survi

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

I thought she was a forgiveness from Chelsea allowing me to make up for my mistake, until I found the mark on her lower belly. A cross mark symbolized a sorcerous curse from those with evil abilities. The real meaning of Chelsea’s last sentence suddenly occurred to me. I deserve it. I smirked. This was going to be way more complicated than I expected, but at the same time, more interesting. “What if I mark you before Xavier do?” I asked as my thumb brushed over her delicate neck. It remained intact, without a trace of attempted mark. I supposed Xavier was just too cautious to easily believe in the prophecy, or he was too gentle to let the girl cry.

“I unders⁠tand. I’m r‍eady. I’ve mad⁠e up my mi‍nd. I wi‌ll do anything to⁠ save him.” A fa‍int smile fl‌ickered a⁠cross Ag⁠beko⁠r’s stern fea⁠tures, though it‌ didn’t reach his eyes. “Good. Yet k‍now this, the path you seek is not one that any will wa⁠lk l‌ightly. Only one with the t⁠ru⁠e mark can break⁠ the curse tha‍t binds him‌. And that is why you are he⁠re. Y‌ou come see‌k‌ing someon‌e‌ you have not seen, s‍omeone whose exist⁠en⁠ce is entwined with f‌ate i‍tself. And yet‌… your ma‌te will resist you in ways that could destroy everything.”