Neji Hyuga Curse Mark Novels & Stories

“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?”

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.

Each new line burned with impossible cold, rewriting my very essence. “Her heart's failing!” Victor's voice seemed distant. “The curse is consuming her too fast!” “Her hybrid aspects are destabilizing,” Elara added, her magic pulsing desperately against my skin. “They're… merging?” Kane's hands found mine, his newly awakened curse marks resonating with my own. The contact sent electricity through my nervous system. “Fight it,” he begged. "Please, Aria. Fight it." I felt a sharp pain around my neck. OMG, Kane just marked me.

“Someone versed with curses told her that she was carrying one that makes her totally disconnected from her wolf and drains her power.” I hide my face in my palms. “He tried to remove it but it was too strong.” I clean my eyes with the back of my hand. “It was Noroya’s curse.” That gets a reaction from him, his face contorts into one of fury and he rages “Noroya! That cursed witch?! Why would she-” “It’s no use getting angry now.” I tell him. His brows tilt in a frown and I huff a dry laugh, turning to the statue. “Someone removed it.”

Canan was the one to suppress him by burning the black mark that appeared on Onimura's left shoulder. Cursed marks can appear at any part of the upper body once a Starlian loses his sense to think rationally and be consumed by hatred or any strong negative emotions. These marks can be burned when they appear, but only once. It will also leave a scar on the person, a proof that he or she is a survivor. If the corruption returns, then there will be no other choice but to kill the host of the cursed mark. "I know it's inevitable, but should it come to that…I hope I will not be the one to do it."

"Tell me what you know about this curse. Tell me why Nero never told me." She flinched at the intensity of my voice, but I could see the resolve hardening in her expression. With a shaky breath, she began to speak, her words tumbling out in a rush as if she couldn't hold them back any longer. "Nero's generation... they bore the curse of the moon's goddess," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "The curse is that they would not feel the mate bond, even if their mate did until they proved themselves worthy of their mate's affection."

“There’s no stopping it now, little wolf. You’ve sealed your fate—and mine.” The curse reached its breaking point, a blinding wave of energy tearing through the chamber. When the light faded, everything was silent. Aria stood at the center of the devastation, her body trembling as she surveyed the ruins. And then she saw it: a single mark glowing on the ground, a sigil burning with dark energy. The curse wasn’t finished. It had only just begun.

I opened it carefully, flipping through the yellowed pages until I found what we were looking for. “There,” Lysa said, pointing to a page that depicted a symbol eerily similar to the one we’d found. It was slightly different, but the resemblance was unmistakable. My eyes scanned the text beside it, the words filling me with a growing sense of unease. “This symbol is called the Mark of the Shadowed Moon,” I read aloud. “It’s said to be an ancient curse, placed upon those who seek to defy fate or disrupt the natural order of the pack. The mark is a warning—a sign that the bearer is being watched by forces beyond their control.”

Her gaze lingered on the mark on my wrist. “Show me,” she said. I held out my arm. She traced the crescent scar with one finger. It flared with heat under her touch. “Ancient,” she murmured. “The Obsidian Curse. The same darkness that nearly destroyed this pack years ago. It sleeps inside her… but it’s waking.” Kael’s entire body went rigid beside me. “Can it be removed?” he asked, voice tight. Selene shook her head. “Not without killing her. The mark and the girl are bound together. She is the vessel. But she may also be the key to finally ending it.”

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