Naruto Curse Mark Novels & Stories

My blood turned cold. From the shadows ahead emerged a large, powerful cougar, muscles rippling beneath tawny fur. Its golden eyes locked onto mine. I raised my hand instantly to summon my powers for defense. But there was nothing. I tried again, summoning the familiar silver glow. A sharp, burning pain flared at my wrist.I gasped, clutching the skin hard as if it'll make the pain stop. The black mark seated on my wrist, the Mark of the Cursed, seared like heated iron. The pain disrupted my focus, scattering my magic before it could form.

he whispered, “is the Curse of the First Luna.” A chill shot through me. “The… what?” He raised his eyes to meet mine—full of sorrow. “It is a curse older than the packs themselves. A curse placed upon those who rewrite destiny. Those who shift the fate written by the Moon Goddess.” I blinked at him, stunned. “I don’t understand.” He exhaled shakily. “Charlotte… every time someone alters destiny or breaks the natural path, they pay with their soul. The crescent mark… it represents the countdown.”

If the condition of breaking the curse is for both of us to give AND receive the mate mark, then it would actually solve the problem-- If Willa would be willing to mark Kirsch, and let me mark her, then all three of us would get AND give a mark. Though I wasn't actually sure that would work. Kirsch brought too much uncertainty to the curse. But I knew he wouldn't take his mark off me. Though I tried to explain to Nox, she couldn't understand that even if Kirsch took his mark off me, it would scar me forever, and I wouldn't be able to take her mark. So I proposed the game:

My past self explodes into sobs of relief. But I— the present me— am choking. “No,” I whisper. “No—don’t show her this—don’t let her see—” The curse smiles. “Oh, she will. She must. It is her story too.” Lyra’s body in the memory shudders— and a mark appears over her heart. A faint crescent. A brand of resurrection. A bond she never agreed to. A tether to me she never asked for. Then another mark flares across my past chest—white-hot, searing, the first spark of the curse embedding itself into me.

"We must present this to the elders. Right now. I intended to debate. I could manage this alone, I said. In my heart, though, I knew the truth. I couldn't. The pack elders gathered in the great hall, examining the mark on my wrist with stern expressions. One of them, Elder Miren, an elderly woman, used her fingertips to trace the dark lines. She went pallid. She said, "It's as I feared." Darius grimaced. "What do you mean?" Elder Miren's eyes locked with mine. "This mark is not typical. It is a symptom of an old curse. A shiver went through me. "A curse?" Her head nodded. A prophecy was made a long time ago. A darkly marked soul, a cursed soul that had the power to bring Viktor back, was men

“In order to explain that I need to explain the whole story, the foundation of the blood mark curse,” I said, and everyone nodded. “The curse isn’t what we all thought, the mark isn’t just a mere mark but a mate mark. A mark that was forced onto me, it’s a sign of my helplessness” I said and closed my eyes. All this time Logan was the real reason all those things happened to me. I thought that he would be the one to help me get rid of the curse, but he is responsible for the curse.

*** To becontinued. Don't forget to wait for the next chapter.

I said. “There was another werewolf and you acted calm. You know what that means?” Rupert and I shook our heads vigorously. “That means you are not the only who is curse!” “Hold on, how do you know he’s also curse? What if he came from a pack or some lace where our kinds lived and got lost in here.” “I am telling you, he is not. He’s curse like you, but he’s different. He’s not like you,” Mariko sat in the couch, massaging her hands to ease out her stress.