Naruto Anko Curse Mark Form Novels & Stories

She mused, moving the silver he had used aside as she picked up a large mirror and it was then I realised the metal he had used was completely blank from underneath. “It suits her.” He said with a cold smirk. “Don’t you agree Little Mouse?” He gripped my hair, forcing me to look over my shoulder at the mark that tarnished my skin. My skin wasn’t burned, nor was it red, almost as if nothing had happened. But I’d remember that pain… The mark itself was at least six or seven inches long, and an inch or two wide, most of it was in a shimmering gold, whilst there was a black crescent moon and a star with a few small details in it and there right in the centre was the name.

Kane POV- “Ambush much? Rana, I told you, this my time with Alsie. You need to respect that.” I was in the bathroom inspecting this beautiful mark that had appeared on my neck, chest, back, and over my shoulder. Four wolves, a crescent moon, eye of Horus, the Sphinx, Great Pyramids, and a bat. The moon and the bat had a light blue outline, the Sphinx, and pyramids were outlined in gold. It was magnificent.

Chapter 63 — Aria's POV I woke up feeling like my skin was trying to rearrange itself. The silvery curse mark were literally moving, shifting patterns under my skin like living tattoos. In the mirror, they formed intricate designs that seemed to tell stories — ancient battles, forgotten magics, secrets written in a language that hurt my eyes to look at. “Stop poking them,” Kane said from the doorway of our training room. His marks resonated with mine, creating weird light shows between us whenever we got close. “We've got work to do.”

Mark was not only surprised but so was Mckenny. From the start, so many have referred to him as cute and young but never has Anan lashed out on them like he just did to Mark. “What's wrong Anan? Did he say something wrong?” Mckenny asked and Anan smiled charmingly. “Certainly not my lord. A creature as cute and charming as me can take any form and a kid can always be one of them.” he quickly turns to Mark who has his mouth open.

“The council requests your presence inside. They claim the storm is too fierce.” She did not turn around. “The storm is irrelevant. It’s the mark.” Rowan positioned himself beside her, his dark hair dampened by the rain, his eyes glowing like gold even in the dim light. “The Curse Mark?” Aria nodded. Beneath her collarbone, the faint crescent-shaped mark throbbed with a warmth that radiated through her ribs and throat. It was no longer pain—it was a summons. “It’s reacting once more,” Rowan said quietly, his brow furrowed. “More intensely than before.”

I looked at where the mark should have been again. “What do you mean by we rejected the mark?” I asked. “The curse,” she said, “It turned his marking to poison. If we hadn’t had been as strong an Alpha as we are then it would have killed you, killed us.” I could feel the tears slipping “I hate this curse!” I whispered, “So he can only mark me in wolf form?” “I’m afraid so,” she said sadly. “Ana?” I asked “Yeah?” “Is there any other way to get you fully free?” I closed my eyes and prayed to the moon goddess.

The Shadows seemed to feed on her wrath, growing stronger and more aggressive as they held her in their dark, unyielding grasp. I approached the Forsaken, my movements deliberate and calculated, and grasped her leg just above the ankle. As I examined the area, I was met with a sight that both intrigued and unsettled me. There, on her skin, were the unmistakable marks of my brothers and me. Each mark was a unique color, shimmering with an otherworldly light, as if we had branded her with our respective signatures. My own mark, a deep, burning gold, adorned her ankle, seeming to pulse with a life of its own.

She kept her eyes shut, resting, letting the bond protect her. Then the sky flashed. A symbol appeared in the moonlight, faint but clear. A circle with a line through it. The Silverbane mark. It formed above her for a second before fading into the clouds. My heart dropped. That symbol had only one meaning. The curse has begun. Aria let out a soft breath. “Kael… what was that light?” I placed my hand on the side of her face. “I will explain when you are stronger.” She opened her eyes again, this time fully awake. The silver glow faded, leaving her natural color shining softly. She looked tired but alive.

Mav said, as the picture slide changed to show a zoomed in image of the mark. It was an oval shaped mark, burned into the skin around her chest. In the middle was something that looked like the drop of a blood, then surrounding it was the head of a human, a snake, an owl, and bleak dark eyes like the one she has. Enclosed at the end were words written in a language I've never seen. 'Æß Ęÿœ Ùæę Óêæ Ÿœę'

Whatever it is, it’s breaking my heart. I stop pacing the floor, looking at Chiara who’s just lying on the table seeming peaceful and not in pain. Nero just turns his back on me and starts to gather the paste of herbs in his hand, examining the punctures on her neck. “This is where your mark is supposed to be,” he whispers to me. “A new moon and a sword, the mark of the Cavaliere Ombra Pack. The dark side of the moon and the weapon of destruction, exactly what our pack is.”