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

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d seen this before — in that red desert, under the three moons. The devil had knocked. And now she wanted in.

I could see the storm in his eyes. “I’ve seen this before,” he muttered. “Years ago. Out east. Right before a pack vanished overnight.” “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer right away. But Damon did. “It’s called the Omen Mark,” he said smoothly. “A warning. And a curse.” I turned toward him. “You knew what it was this whole time?” Damon shrugged. “I’ve done my research. Something you’d know if you hadn’t been busy sulking in the greenhouse.”

I approached Elsa’s room, feeling the weight of my hope and dread. Just as I reached her door, a sudden sensation rippled through me—an unmistakable tingle on the side of my neck where Lyra’s mark was etched into my skin. The mark burned softly, a faint, yearning tug, like the whisper of a long-lost love. A surge of desire washed over me, powerful and sweet, but just as I tried to grasp it, the connection faded, as though something had cut it off.

Alpha Dean’s chair scraped faintly as he rose to his feet, his face etched with disbelief. Loretta’s cup nearly slipped from her hand. She stood, crossing the space between them in hurried, ungraceful steps — so unlike her usual composed self. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, almost afraid to touch. “By the Goddess…” she whispered, tears pooling in her eyes. Her voice cracked as her fingertips brushed the mark. “This… this is the crescent of destiny.” The mark pulsed under Loretta’s touch, faintly glowing, sending a ripple of energy through the room. Even those who did not understand the weight of it felt its power.

Samael growled, “we will mark each other, as we are meant to be.” Lucan’s voice echoed in Samael’s mind, urging him forward. "Claim him now. He belongs to us." Morgan’s growl was deep, feral. "Mark him as ours." Samael bared his teeth, and without hesitation, he sank them into Allistair’s left chest, marking him for eternity. Allistair gasped, feeling the powerful rush of Samael’s essence flood into him. On Allistair’s chest, Samael’s mark appeared, a complex, glowing symbol that represented Lucan, Morgan, and Lucifer. The mark was that of a beast’s claw intertwined with the archangel's wings, glowing with an ethereal light that radiated power. Allistair’s form trembled as he, too, marked Sa

he whispered. I closed my eyes. “It’s the mark,” I said. My voice was barely above a whisper. “The mark of the cursed.” The forest went still again and this time even the wind didn’t dare move. I knew I was fucked

“Because the blood in your veins is older than kings. Because your wolf is born of light and shadow. And because only you can break the curse.” “What curse?” The woman raised a hand, and the moon above them turned blood red. “The curse of the forbidden bond. The chain that binds love and power. If you do not rise… darkness will swallow everything.” “I don’t understand,” Lily cried. “How do I stop it?” The woman stepped forward, placing a glowing hand over Lily’s heart. “Accept what you are. Accept who you love. Only then will the mark reveal its power.” Lily gasped as heat surged through her chest. The mark on her back flared to life, glowing through her skin. The pain was searing, yet someh

"Sin, almost forcibly marked her this morning. We were talking, but then Sin lost his temper and took over." I shook my head negatively in disbelief. I could feel Night scratching at the wall of our minds to try to take over and he himself beat Dylan, how dare he try to forcibly mark her? "You got lucky." I commented with a cold tone. "Pay attention. Hope will rather take her own life than live with a forced mark. Do you know what the consequences are when someone marked would rather kill themselves than stay with the one who marked them?" I asked rhetorically, because the horror on Dylan's face was enough for me to know that he knew the answer, but I still spoke. "A curse is cast on the one

The original text from eight centuries ago. I read it so many times the words blurred together. Those born bearing the Mark of Three shall be put to death before the sun sets on their first day. No mercy shall be granted. No appeal permitted. For the Mark carries corruption in their blood, and three mates shall rise to bond with the bearer. These bonds shall not be of the Goddess but of darker powers, twisting natural affection into obsession and madness. The bearers' mates shall turn upon each other, destroying pack and family in their wake. Therefore let no marked child live, lest the curse spread and consume all.