Novel & Cerita Naruto Curse Mark

Krys added, but I was still a bit confused. “How do you know that?” I asked. “Look deep into his eyes.” Kole said, pointing to Armen's eyes. “They hold the cursed mark of a serpent biting on its own tail. That is the cursed mark of a shaman witch.” I squinted my eyes, looking deep into Armen's eyes and I could see it too now. It was buried deep in his blue eyes, the mark of a burning serpent eating its own tail. “That wasn't there before. It seems to be only triggered when Ava is around.” Krys observed.

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.

I cautioned, my tone sharper than I meant it to be. Kaïden stopped mid-step, his jaw tightening at my words. “Do you know what this is?” My throat felt dry. Should I tell him the truth? That the blood in my veins, the fire I carried, was linked to markings like these? That my mother’s death had been sealed by one of them? I swallowed hard. “It’s a curse mark. It binds. It lingers. Wherever it’s cast, destruction follows.” Frightened murmurs swept through the council, the tension thick enough to choke on.

“Where I control myself.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “This is where you came… that night?” “Yes.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Why does it happen to you…What's the beast they talk about?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s a curse. When it happens, it demands blood. The only good thing is that it makes me stronger in battle. Deadlier. But it also takes from me…eats me slowly” She stepped closer to me. “Then why did it take over when we were kissing?”

“It means her body is a living vessel. It’s destruction and rebirth in the same breath. Her blood can amplify any power it touches, dominance, chaos, creation, and ruin. That’s why they all want her. Damien wants to drink it, Cassian wants to wield it, and the others we haven’t even seen yet will come for it too. Or they’ll kill her to keep it from being used at all.” I dragged both hands down my face. “And the hallucinations?” “The mark.” Mara’s voice softened. “Whoever she marks first draws the curse into themselves. It’s not a gentle thing. The bond pulls everything dark inside her—the rage, the grief, and the raw uncontrolled force—and funnels it through the one she chooses. If you survi

A year for each hunter - it was my first time loving my curse because without it I would've been six feet under the ground. It turns out the mark protects its own holder, by cursing anyone who dares to harm them by death.' I'm repeating the story to you the same way it happened, and the same I told the story to only my close people. The question is have you felt anything weird while killing those hunters." I closed my eyes then open them again before I was able to talk again. "An immense pain before feeling good. Those marks did not pass to another hunter, they all passed to me, and each mark provided me extra power."

“That's a filthy lie! Listen, I don't care how you are going to go about it. You brought this disaster on my mate." “Alpha, please have mercy. The witch's curse has been the most dreadful power, which is sealed from the first witch. History has it that whoever bears the mark of the witch will be possessed by the curse if unleashed.” “What are you talking about? Are you trying to tell me my mate bears the mark of the witch?” “That's unlikely, but still not impossible. Over thousands of years, there's never been anyone with the mark, so I cannot tell if your mate bears the mark, but I can tell you that she bears the curse.

Seconds later all the people were caught up in it, screams of agony could be heard, and they all scratched their bodies, begging for it to go all away. Not that seeing it on their body was causing the screams, but rather the pain they felt, it was like they were set on fire right from the inside. Moments overdue, there was no one present in the bar anymore, all of them had decayed and turned into powdered ashes. Nagato became calm, no one was certain to mess with him, and still live, this is the price for it and also the price for witnessing his curse gift, he reasoned out and then transformed slowly back into a human.

“The vision I saw... It was brief, but I felt a presence. Ancient, hungry, and… protective. Whatever gave you this mark must be kept away from the world. It could bring ruin if left unchecked.” I clenched my fists, my mind racing. I couldn’t tell her it came from Tesla’s child, not without endangering them both. “I don’t understand,” I said carefully. “How did this happen to me?” She narrowed her eyes. “That is for you to uncover. But heed my warning—this mark is not a gift. It is a curse and a tether. Whatever did this to you has claimed you.” Jarek looked between us, his confusion evident. “Claimed him? What does that even mean?”

Trembling, I slowly turned around and saw no one behind me. "Don't be scared... I'm Vex your fire." I blinked rapidly trying to process what was going on. My mother had mentioned that I'd get my fire when I was older. "Keep walking before they find you." I nodded quietly and picked the pace and my gaze lingered on my hand which had dark marks on it. What's happening to me? "They poisoned us Rogue and we have to get out of here if we ever want a chance of surviving." My heart was pounding frantically in my chest.