Neji Hyuga Curse Mark Novels & Stories

Meagan and her mum gradually took a rotational view of the trap. “Stay still,” Meagan's inner wolf beaconed. Meagan felt the urge to test her abilities and fight them all at once, before the voice spoke again. “They're under a curse. They're the pack's enemy.” Meagan heard her mum's whisper behind her as she noticed a similar mark on each of their faces. A light green mark glistened on each of their heads. The injured wolf beside Meagan got up and ran towards the approaching pack. “What do we do?“ Meagan asked.

Juniper lay there, skin flushed, body twisting faintly against the sheets as soft, broken moans slipping from her lips. Every instinct in me surged forward, my wolf itching and clamouring to claim… our mate? Then I saw it. Two dark marks right there on her neck. My breath got punched out of me. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “You can’t mark someone who isn’t your mate.” “And yet,we did.” Soren whispered, I could catch the schadenfreude in his eyes. Was the Moon Goddess mocking us? For years we had been tortured by the witch's curse.

“I can see it in your eyes. You’re becoming one of them.” Sofia’s breath hitched, her hand instinctively moving to her arm where an odd, tingling sensation had begun to spread. She glanced down, her heart skipping a beat as she saw it—a faint, glowing mark etched into her skin, intricate and pulsing with an otherworldly light. “What… what is this?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Damien’s growl deepened, and he moved to shield her from Jake’s view. “It’s the mark of the curse,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “Your transformation is accelerating.”

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.

Jasmine POV: My words got me attention of Draco and Maximus both “Horraisces mark ?” They both question me in sync “Yes! Horraisces mark…. these special magical marks are used by many witches to keep their victim binded to any particular place” I informed both of them “Can you erase this mark?” Draco questioned me when I turned to him and replied “Such Horraisces marks are always guarded by a Curse…. a curse that will pain or even kill its bearer if he crosses confined boarder of Witch...”

I pulled back almost immediately, already gasping for air. Ava blinked in confusion. “Roman?” I stumbled back a step, pressing my hand to my chest at the same time. The spot on my neck—the one where her mark was supposed to be—was glowing faintly. Black veins were on it too, faint but visible. It was the curse. As I looked up at her, my breathing was already getting uneven. Her face was pale, and her lips were still parted from the kiss. “What’s happening?” I tried to speak, but my voice came out rough. “It’s the curse.”

Mira looked pale now while I stared at Sera without blinking. “A mark?” I repeated. “Yes,” she whispered. “A curse mark. It didn’t matter who the victim was,” Sera continued. “Different bloodlines, different ages, different abilities, different packs. Every single dead wolf from the Serene Moon bloodline carried the exact same symbol on their heart.” “And no one noticed before?” I asked.

“She betrayed the moon goddess’s sacred bond and in the worst way, she chose another over me while wearing my mark. When she died, took her own life, leaving me and our daughter to pick up the pieces… I swore I would never mark another.” With a shocked expression and a gasp, Leneve’s hand drops from my arm, and she takes a step back. “I… I,” Her loss for words said it all. I was damaged. There was no repair. At least now she knew why I would never, could never mark another. Swiping a hand down her face, Leneve slowly bobs her head. “I get it. I do.” Her eyes fill with unshed tears. “I was meant to break her curse, instead she was head over heels for another.” I turned to look out a window, f

Hope that I'd changed mixed with doubt that change was possible. "The curse will fade," Karl said quietly. "Morrison says the marks adjust after a few hours. The sensitivity decreases to manageable levels." "But it never goes away completely," I said. It wasn't a question. I could feel the truth of it in the mark's energy. This was permanent. A constant reminder of my pride and its cost. "No," Maya said, returning with water. She handed it to me, careful not to touch. "It doesn't. You'll always feel echoes of what others experience. Always know when you're calculating people instead of understanding them. Consider it a penance."

A dark, inky symbol appeared on the child’s tiny chest, pulsing with a sickly light. “No!” I screamed, struggling to reach my baby. But the pain in my abdomen flared up again, and I fell back, gasping. The symbol on my child’s chest glowed brighter for a moment, then faded into his skin. Jena straightened, satisfied. “Consider it a parting gift. A curse that will awaken when they come of age. Let’s see how your precious hybrids handle that.” Jake broke free from her hold, his eyes blazing with fury. He was on her in an instant, his hands wrapping around her throat. “I’ll kill you,” he snarled.