Romans & histoires Naruto Anko Curse Mark Form

Her blue-green gaze flitted over my face, trying to find some kind of proof that I was still her little girl. “Mama, I’m still me though.” I reached for her, and she took my hand with hesitation. “Nico marked me, he bit me. Here.” I pulled my sweater to one side. “You won’t be able to see it as clearly as other werewolves. It’s to show that I am taken. I belong to him.” “I see a small red mark, doesn’t look like much,” she said, peering at my mark. “When I look at it, it’s a crescent wolfs head. Nico’s mark, warning other males away from me.” I smiled at her.

Her hair fell in a heavy, dark sheet over shoulders wrapped in some kind of fur‑lined cloak, though no frost touched her bare throat. Her eyes… They were wrong. Colorless around the iris, the pupils too dark, too deep, like looking into a well you couldn’t see the bottom of. Her lips were a blood‑dark red, curved into a smile that didn’t reach those eyes. And at the base of her throat, half hidden by the edge of her cloak, I saw it. A mark. Faint, like a bruise whose edges had blurred. Three lines in a circle. Lucian’s curse sigil.

“Happy Birthday Ahsoka. Now we are complete and everyone will know you are mine. Come let’s shower.” I follow him to the bathroom and Nico turns on the shower, letting it warm up. I look in the mirror at my mark. It’s a crescent moon with a wolf’s head howling in the middle of it. There are also angel wings coming out on either side of the moon. It looks like a tattoo the size of my palm. Nico comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “All mine,” he whispers, kissing the back of my shoulder.

While my plan had officially been set in motion, tomorrow was the day I turned myself in. I could feel Asher's hand wrap around my submerged ankle, tugging it until I slid across the tub and into his arms. His sly smirk made me roll my eyes, though something else had grabbed my attention. The wound I had left on his neck was fully healed, revealing a beautiful mark. Cobalt blue in color, a crescent shaped moon with two small stars stood out on his skin. The mark was unique, as it was for all mated wolves. The color was not flat, but seemed to shimmer and deepen, reminding me of the night sky.

I instinctively cupped the small scar on my neck with my hand. “I meant to ask you, Uncle… do you know anything about the shape of these things?” Tobi asked, a note of curiosity in his voice. “A little,” Cayden said, his tone shifting. “They’re specific to the wolf who gives them. Why?” “My mark… it’s a crescent moon,” Tobi said. “Lila, come here. Let me see,” Cayden said, motioning me over. I hesitated, glancing at Tobi. He gave me a reassuring smile and nod.

"I haven't yet." Mei turned and walked out. Her guards followed. The door closed. Aurora sat alone in the dark room. She looked at the space Mei had occupied. Then she reached into her coat. Withdrew a small envelope. Dark. Sealed. No name on the outside. Just a symbol pressed into the wax. Old. Vampire. The Kang bloodline mark that Zarian had never seen and had been carrying in his own blood his entire life without knowing it. She turned it over once in her hands.

Our connection cemented, making us one. She retracted her teeth and looked at my neck. "It's healing, and something is forming," She whispered in awe. My eyes followed the lines of her mark as well. It had the shape of a crescent moon and two wolves' shadows touching their foreheads together. I probably have gotten something similar and the other part of the moon. "What do you think?" I asked, caressing her mark. Sparks ignited in our bodies with that simple touch. She giggled.

"I can smell the copper in the air. Your scent is changing. It’s becoming sharper, more predatory. The hunger isn't just a whisper anymore, is it? It’s a roar." "I told you, I’m fine, Nomo! Just stay back," she snapped, her eyes flashing a violent shade of amethyst. As she spoke, the Cursed Blood Mark on her chest flared with a sickening, rhythmic heat, pulsing so brightly that its crimson light began to bleed through the fabric of her dark tunic. The craving hit her then—a wave of agonizing thirst that made her fangs ache in her gums and her vision swim with red static.