Naruto Anko Curse Mark Form Novels & Stories

Maximus replied and rolled up sleeves of his right hand and showed up his right hand… Draco was having his eyes fixed on Maximus wrist as he asked him “What is that?” Maximus was bearing a red burned thin fish shaped mark which was in shape of a circle and moon… “I don’t know…. I just found this on my hand…. old guard told us that we can’t leave until we bear this mark on our flesh… to prove their words old guards even threw us out of border of Nakota but we ended up getting burning pain in our entire body….” Maximus replied Draco looked surprised with his words when Jasmine eye went wide as she muttered “Horraisces mark”

She was a monster, and Kaia let the monster manipulate her. Kaia had been branded by the guild mark of the rogue guild. Their symbol was the Anera flower, similar to the shape of a closed moonflower. It was deep purple in the centre, the spiralled out, changing to a lilac shade, tipped white. It glimmered in the moonlight, reflecting the light that hit it. Even the guild mark reflected the light. It was painted from the mixture of regular body paint, and the Akihyra fruit, leaving a permanent stain on the skin. It sank deep in the layers of the skin, leaving an imprint on the muscle tissue and a small mark on the bone when under intense UV light. She was an eternal member of their guild, eve

"A binding curse. Old. Deeply rooted." Marcus took a step forward. "What kind of curse?" “One that denies saying,” the witch responded. "No wolf can mark her. There is no bond that can be anchored to the full extent. Daniel tightened his hands into fists. "That's impossible." "It is rare," she corrected. "Not impossible." My voice came out small. "So... what does that mean for me?" The witch sighed. “It is that you are rejected by your body in terms of mate marks. They will always fade."

I opened it carefully, flipping through the yellowed pages until I found what we were looking for. “There,” Lysa said, pointing to a page that depicted a symbol eerily similar to the one we’d found. It was slightly different, but the resemblance was unmistakable. My eyes scanned the text beside it, the words filling me with a growing sense of unease. “This symbol is called the Mark of the Shadowed Moon,” I read aloud. “It’s said to be an ancient curse, placed upon those who seek to defy fate or disrupt the natural order of the pack. The mark is a warning—a sign that the bearer is being watched by forces beyond their control.”

“You don’t hate me. You’re afraid of what I might become.” Lucien’s jaw clenched. “I’m afraid of what the world becomes if no one stops you.” A heavy silence fell again. Then, the Oracle turned to Ava. “Show us the mark.” The blood in her veins went cold. “Ava,” Kellan whispered, stepping beside her, his hand brushing her good shoulder. “You don’t have to.” “Yes, I do.” With trembling fingers, she slid down the cloak from her back. The hall gasped as the mark revealed itself—an inverted crescent, surrounded by three broken stars, glowing faintly against her skin.

“Envy and Lust. I’ll mark you with my own curse.” The same marking that Greed and Pride receives from him, but it is much more powerful for the two embodiments are highly intellectual and much powerful than the first two. The symbol of HIS curse marks unto their forehead, as it immediately vanishes and without a trace. As the christening is being fulfilled. HE once more snaps HIS finger as it echoes, by which commanded and a split of seconds brought them back into the original abyss that HE owns. Along with both of the embodiment’s consciousness that are taken into a deep sleep. With their eyes that hold’s nothing with their soul.

As I strip myself off my clothes and stand in front of the mirror, my eyes move to the mark on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. A small red crescent moon - A mate mark. It's glowing again. It's been glowing for the past few days and I don't know what it means. It not only glows but it burns too like a hot iron rod is pressed on that spot and no one is pulling it away. It's painful. When I was born, this mark was already on my neck. According to my brother, everyone in my pack was in a dilemma. What was I? A curse? A blessing? An Abomination?

When I turned to face him, he was already unbuttoning his black shirt. Tattooed muscle flexed with every movement—his chest sculpted like carved stone, each line etched by the gods. Dark ink curled over both arms—wolves, symbols, ancient script I didn’t recognize. But it was the crystal-shaped marking on the left side of his chest that stole my breath. It pulsed with light. Faintly glowing. “What is that?” I whispered. He stepped forward, voice husky. “My curse. My mark. My fate.”

And then— It appeared. Kael saw it first. His breath caught sharply. “Aria…” She barely managed to lift her head. “What…?” His gaze dropped to her side. Her eyes followed. And froze. Beneath the torn fabric of her clothing— Something was forming. A mark. Dark. Twisting. Spreading across her skin like ink sinking into water. “No…” she whispered. It wasn’t random. It wasn’t chaotic. It had shape. Design. Deliberate.

Hunter’s POV I felt like I had something big and sharp and unbearably painful lodged in my throat. Ares had shifted into his wolf form now and was proudly strutting about but the image of that birthmark was burned onto my retinas and it obliterated everything else I could really see. Ares had the birthmark that every Burns boy had. Nobody had ever been able to explain it beyond a weird genetic quirk, but every single one of us, from our bloodline, had that birthmark on their butt.