Naruto Anko Curse Mark Form Novels & Stories

In his palm: a jagged obsidian shard glowing with an inner black flame. Xavier (hoarse, whispering): “You were chained for centuries. Buried by fear. Fed lies. I see you.” He presses the blade to the stone and carves a looping sigil of flame and chain. The mark glows dark violet, then pulsing red. Xavier: “I carry your curse. I share your rage.” The dungeon trembles. Dust falls. Then—* A howl—low, deep, ancient—rises from the mark like smoke turned sound.

He looked up and saw two uniformed policemen standing over him, poking and prodding him with their batons, smiling at each other. Kyle tried to remember what happened, how he’d got here. He remembered reporting to Rexius. Then being grabbed, being tied down. Then, the acid. He reached up and felt one side of his face, and it felt normal. Then he reached up and felt the other—and the pain came flooding back. He could feel the contours, the horrible scars, the disfiguration. They had branded him with Ioric acid. A punishment reserved for traitors. He, Kyle, the man who had been loyal to his coven for thousands of years. For one small mistake. It was unthinkable. Kyle felt the pain welling up o