Naruto Curse Mark Novels & Stories

"Lucius, what else? I can tell you're holding something back." Lucius let out a slow, ragged breath, looking over at Jax, who had leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. "If we don’t mark you, Soraya, our curse will never be healed," Lucius said, his voice dropping into a flat, painful whisper. "The black veins on our necks will keep spreading until the madness takes us all permanently. But... if you stay unmarked, your parents can’t weaponize you. They can’t use your Queen aura to trigger the global deployment of The Withering."

Sachem Nadura said and gazed at the cloud of strength that was clearly visible to all directions of these Eternal Prisons. His eyes concentrated and punctured through the camouflage of power upon the vortex of its origins. At the center was a boy. A marred being coupled with his list of sickness. His broken body may have been spectacularly pitiful but what called Sachem Nadura’s attention most was the tattooed symbols on the forehead of the boy. It was the mark of the Cursed. Someone who has done an unforgivable sin in his past life. And not just one but a whole lifetime of evil and immorality.

"He has a small recording device - an enchanted parchment that copies what it observes. He's been feeding information to Zoran daily since he arrived. The door to your room, the mark on your neck..." "He saw the mark?!" I asked profusely. "Through the gap under your door when the firelight caught it as you moved," Kael said. "Yes. Zoran knows about the mark." Silence. I breathed through it carefully. "Then Zoran already knows what I might be right?" I asked confused. "Well, he knows you carry a partial mating mark from a cursed Alpha and that the curse behaves differently around you," Kael said. "He doesn't have the word Bloodanchor yet.

At the two mounds that protruded clearly from the white cloth. “Your… your highness!” She gasped like someone that had just woken up from a bad dream. “This… are my eyes deceiving me?” “No.” Narcissus said quietly, turning away. “Then…” she paused and licked her lips, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Are you a woman? Is this why you can’t mark me?” “I have been cursed since birth, ” Narcissus groaned, burying his face in his hands. “To live in a body that is neither male nor female. How could I possibly mark you like this?”

"What is it? What’s wrong?" “The mark…” I managed to choke out, my voice barely more than a ragged breath. I pulled the coat tighter around me, but I knew he could see it — the ugly, burning black symbol spreading across my side. The dark lord's final curse. The dark mark was reacting to my weakened state, feeding on it, growing stronger. Arthur’s jaw clenched. “We need to stop it. How?” I hesitated, feeling embarrassed at what I was about to say. I could barely meet his eyes. “A mate’s mark,” I whispered, the words caught painfully in my throat. “It’s the only thing strong enough to suppress it. I—I need you, Arthur.”

I’d known he wasn’t ordinary—no one could be—but hearing the weight in his voice made it real in a way it hadn’t been before. “So what then?” I whispered. “I’m just supposed to forget all of this? Pretend you don’t exist every time you save me, every time you—” “You can’t forget me,” he interrupted, almost with a grim smile. “That’s the curse. The mark binds you to me now, whether either of us likes it or not.” The mark. I pressed a hand to the spot on my skin that still tingled with its strange warmth. A reminder etched into me, linking us together.

With that, Alex slowly lowered the hand symbol. A terrified expression appeared on Colton’s face. He wasn’t satisfied with this outcome. He was only one step away from the Immortalization stage, and now, he was actually going to be killed by an ant. “Blood Curse. I know about the Blood Curse. There’s a Blood Witch in the Japan division. She knows all spells related to curses. I can take you to her,” Colton said. The Ksitigarbha’s hand symbol Alex summoned halted in the air.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

In fact, even if Zephyr Khan did not take the initiative to explore, this mark would show up. In a short time, Zephyr Khan successfully refined the mark. From this, Zephyr Khan learned a lot of information! However, his eyes became cold. "No wonder you are so at ease with me..." There was a curse power in the mark left by the other party. One could imagine that if Zephyr Khan didn't fulfill his opponent's request, he would most likely instantly trigger the power of this curse! At that time, it would be a very serious threat to Zephyr Khan.

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?