Marked By Fate：the Beast's Curse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Somewhere far above, the moon slipped free of a thin bank of cloud, silvering the jagged edges of the ravine as if illuminating a scene it had been waiting centuries to witness. He lowered his head, molten eyes burning into her. He inhaled—long, slow, deliberate—dragging her scent deeper into him. Blood. Fear. Defiance. Something that tasted like destiny and felt like a curse. The mark on his arm flared hot enough to sting, and for a dizzy second, he saw not the ravine but a flicker of something else—her silhouette crowned in shadow and starlight, standing beside him instead of beneath him. He blinked, and the vision shattered. The Beast urged him forward. Finish it.

I shudder as a chill runs down my spine, feeling as though I am caught in the midst of a supernatural battle beyond my comprehension. “Your daughter is ours. We will own her. Mark her and if she runs, we will chase her down and punish her. Is that clear enough for you, witch?” Saffrons’ voice is barely audible as if some unseen force is constricting his throat. As if every emotion is being ripped from his chest and forced out into the open. Like he is being compelled to reveal his thoughts that are meant to remain hidden. “She will bear the first female pup that will break the curse in our pack and end with your demise.”

The vessel bowed, a dark silhouette against the mist, then vanished into the soil. High above, the crows screamed their warning. Far below, the trees began to bleed ancient sap, thick and dark as spilled blood. The Scourge sank back into the deep, their presence curling through the roots, waiting, watching. But the vessel carried something new. Something the Scourge had not spoken aloud a final enchantment woven deep into Mark’s chest. Should he falter should love weaken him the spell would complete itself. Rissa would burn from the inside out.

Hooded figures swam inside like they own the place, stepping over the ruins with little to no care. One man steps forward, his hood off, exposing a burn mark on his forehead. He heads straight for Kassy. Grabbing her collar, he says something. Then, he strikes her, clean. Kassy blacks and doesn't get up. Maxine's breath hitches, but her body won't respond. The creature doesn’t slow, the forest stretching endlessly ahead. ‘Everything I’ve ever known is now gone.’ Her vision blackens and her mind succumbs to the darkness. The last thing she feels is the creature's hold tightening.

I gasped through the pain. "I'm updating the insurance," Rider growled. "Now, no matter where you go, everyone will know exactly who you've been sleeping with." But as the glow faded, a look of pure shock crossed Rider’s face. He stared at the mark on my neck, then at the palms of his own hands, which were beginning to glow with the same haunting, silver light. The Mark of the Fated. Rider backed away from me as if I were a ghost, his face pale and his eyes wide with horror.

​"Now, Aris!" ​As the doctor quickly hooked up the leads and adjusted the sensors, I stood back, my hands trembling. I stared at her neck. The Mark, that beautiful curse that had started all of this, was no longer its usual faint silver. It was pulsing. A toxic, bruised violet light emanated from her skin, casting an eerie glow across the underside of her jaw. It looked like a living thing, a parasite gorging itself on whatever was left of her spirit. Just like it did with the void.

I turn to look, arching my back so I can see and sure enough, his handprint is clear as day on my white ass cheek. “Mine,” he growls possessively, reaching out to gently graze a finger over his mark on my ass. “Not without your mark, I’m not,” I snarl, slapping his hand away from me. “It’s only a matter of time, beautiful.” “I have no intention of ever letting you mark me, Alpha.” “Good thing I have the patience of a saint then,” he says, smirking at me.

“I don’t know why. But I’ve served long enough to know that when Gorvane looks at someone the way he looks at you, it means one of two things: destruction, or something worse.” Kaerith’s fingers curled against the fabric of the dress. Her nails scraped the smooth silk. “I don’t want anything from him.” Madame Marita gave a dry smile. “That’s not the point.” She picked a stray curl from Kaerith’s shoulder. “The Beast doesn’t have affection. Not for his court. Not for his mate, Vythea. Not for his whores. And not for you. He takes what he wants, and when he’s done, there’s nothing left of who you were.”

A twitchy, unnatural motion that sent a shiver crawling up my spine. “The Goddess came back, Luna. She burned the traitors. She marked the loyal.” He spread his arms, showing his chest - the mark burned deep into his flesh. The crescent. The claw. The same symbol scorched into the gates. Rafe took a half-step forward, his tone low and lethal. “She didn’t do this.” Aldric’s eyes flicked back to me. “She called you, too, didn’t she? You feel her in your blood.”

“A prophecy. She saw a prophecy about a cursed Alpha, born under the Blood Moon, carrying the infinity mark on his chest. His fate is bound to a forbidden child born of a human and a wolf. She said the child will both save him… and destroy him.” I'm the forbidden child. I don't need anyone to tell me that much. The room tilted. “And what does that have to do with us?” Theo leaned closer, looking straight into my eyes “Because I am the cursed Alpha.” He pulled his shirt slightly aside, just enough for me to see the darkened infinity-shaped mark on the left side of his chest. My breath hitched. He took my hands, gripping it gently. “That’s why they want us together, Lila. The Elders believe if