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

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.

I cautioned, my tone sharper than I meant it to be. Kaïden stopped mid-step, his jaw tightening at my words. “Do you know what this is?” My throat felt dry. Should I tell him the truth? That the blood in my veins, the fire I carried, was linked to markings like these? That my mother’s death had been sealed by one of them? I swallowed hard. “It’s a curse mark. It binds. It lingers. Wherever it’s cast, destruction follows.” Frightened murmurs swept through the council, the tension thick enough to choke on.

Lucas initially came to her to see if she has any potion or antidote that could mend me, but instead she took my left palm into hers and chanted some weird words. “This is not a sickness or disease, sweetheart. You carry on you the mark of your fated, the mark torments you for staying away from him,” she revealed and my eyes paled. “Huh?” Lucas toned from beside me. “Darling tell me, was Terror your first mate?” I nodded negatively, “But my first mate rejected me the moment we found out we were mates. How come I’m bearing his mark?” I’m just ask confused as everyone is right here.

I translated: "The Mark of the Septarch, like peace and like chaos, In the heart of its bearer, goodness and evil reside. Like the light of the sun, like the peace of the evening, The Mark of the Septarch, in the hand of its master, brings goodness and evil. Death follows, for the bearer of the Mark." Lena and George’s faces fell instantly. Neither looked satisfied. "What does it mean by Death follows, for the bearer of the Mark?" George asked. "I have no idea," I admitted. "It doesn't make sense to me," Lena murmured, her brow creased. George’s head snapped toward her. "Now it doesn't? I thought you didn’t like her?" Lena sighed in shame, saying nothing more. I let the words settle, grippin

“You are just a silly child who was also betrayed; everyone gets betrayed, right Scarlet ?” “What are you talking about “ I said feeling like there was something more to this curse “Well, Scarlett dear, you don’t have a choice; the darkness is not something you can simply brush off. It’s... inevitable, and the goddess mark was supposed to help you break but, you don't even know how to make use of it, even the witches don't know how to use the goddess mark, all they know is that the goddess mark will break the curse blah blah blah..” he said with a dark chuckle

In instinct. “Bite. Not to kill. To remember.” I shifted mid-water, mouth opening, fangs lengthening, and sank my teeth into the creature’s neck not to tear, but to mark. To connect. For a single, searing second, our bloodlines crossed. And the beast convulsed. Then vanished, dissolving into smoke and bone and a scream that rose from the depths of the river and echoed into the mountains. I broke the surface gasping. Crawled to the shore and collapsed.

That night he had been afraid of the ghosts, not the ones buried in the burial ground but the ones that were deep inside of him. He had gone straight to the tomb stone that was the largest among all the others, there was a symbol carved on the stone and he carried the same symbol on his chest, it had been there as long as he could remember. It was the mark of the curse, and his father had told him all about the mark. Tristan had laid down on the stone as he remembered it all, the pack's betrayal, the shame even the look in Leandros eyes.

I could almost feel the vibrations emanating from it, resonating with the power inside me. I reached out and traced the symbol with trembling fingers. The contact sent a jolt of energy through me that was both excruciating and exhilarating. In that moment, I experienced a cascade of visions—images of ancient rituals performed under a blood-red moon, of a woman standing at the center of a storm of fire and shadow, and of a destiny written in both light and darkness. I saw the Forsaken in their glory and despair, their legacy a tumultuous blend of creation and annihilation. Amidst the chaotic images, one thought rang clear: my fate was entwined with this cursed mark.

"We must present this to the elders. Right now. I intended to debate. I could manage this alone, I said. In my heart, though, I knew the truth. I couldn't. The pack elders gathered in the great hall, examining the mark on my wrist with stern expressions. One of them, Elder Miren, an elderly woman, used her fingertips to trace the dark lines. She went pallid. She said, "It's as I feared." Darius grimaced. "What do you mean?" Elder Miren's eyes locked with mine. "This mark is not typical. It is a symptom of an old curse. A shiver went through me. "A curse?" Her head nodded. A prophecy was made a long time ago. A darkly marked soul, a cursed soul that had the power to bring Viktor back, was men