Naruto Anko Curse Mark Form 소설 & 이야기

"Something funny?" Lorenzo didn't bother fixing his collar where I'd yanked it open. He just leaned back against the wall, his spine curved in a way that highlighted the sharp line of his collarbone. Against his paper-white skin, I caught a glimpse of something dark red. It was a complex, jagged pattern—a "Curse Mark" left behind on the flesh when a wolf spirit has been pushed past its breaking point. It looked hauntingly eerie against his sickly pallor. "You're about to drive poor Fabian into a spiritual meltdown," he said, his voice laced with amusement. That low, melodic rasp was like a slow-acting poison; it was hard to stay mad at him.

Then he turned. The movement was slow. Deliberate. As if he had all the time in the world and knew exactly what he was doing. And that's when I saw it. On his forehead—no, branded into his fur, burned into his flesh like a scar that had healed silver—was a mark. Or maybe it was just a birthmark, I couldn't tell from the distance. But it was unmistakable. Three crescents. Interlocked. Their tips pointing inward towards a center point that seemed to pulse with its own light, though that might have been a trick of the shadows.

Lucretia nodded to the green python after receiving Sasuke's affirmation "Hatsumomo, Moon White!" With Lucretia's cry a white pillar of ice rose from under Naruto's feet. The Green Sky Python moved at this time as well, six white pieces of light, set in the icicles that trapped Naruto. "Five Elements, Six Paths Seal," said the blue python, and with the shards of light mo into Naruto's body, Naruto finally then went back to his old self! Lucretia canceled Lunar White and sat down on the ground!

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.

I paced around the room, trying to get myself and my thoughts together. "What would I do now? What am I supposed to do? What was I going to tell my dad or mom? This is fucked up!" I murmured, running my fingers through my hair. I went back to the mirror to get a good look at the mark. The mark was beautifully tattooed on my neck. It was a picture of a half-crescent moon and a large black wolf staring at it; its mouth opened as if it was howling at it. It was beautiful, and it complimented my skin. I knew the mate-bound was already strengthened. There was nothing that could break it anymore.