Sasuke Curse Mark Level 3 Novels & Stories

His aura seemed to have become much stronger, as he had made a breakthrough from level two to level three supreme saint! His breakthrough served as a catalyst that ignited a chain reaction. Soon, more breakthroughs happened on Pearl Light Isle.

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.

"He's our alpha. Our leader. Alphas have the power to turn humans. The rest of us are betas, and you are too, now." "I don't understand," I said shakily. "We're werewolves, Hosanna. And you've gotta keep that a secret, you hear me? I've got some contacts for you to hide your eyes." He plucked a lens out of his eye, revealing a burning gold iris. I gasped, flinching. He laughed at me. "What? Yours look just like mine now. So you've gotta wear these contacts to make them look brown, yeah? If you don't, the police will shoot you."

I held the call and went to the balcony, "How did you get my number?" "It doesn't matter. Could you answer my question? Does your friend shift without a full moon?" Mariko demanded urgently. She sounded anxious. "Yeah, yeah, he does. Why?" I answered, glancing at Leona, ensuring she was far from me. "That's the last sign of his curse. The night of his thirtieth birthday, the curse will be permanent." "What?!"

“I know you did everything for Melinda and your unborn child.” She reached over and took my hand, clasping it firmly. “Melinda is lucky to have found a mate like you, Keith. If only….” She sighed, and her expression deflated, tears gleaming in her eyes, “If I could break the curse binding the three of you by sacrificing my life, I would have done it in the blink of an eye… But….” Her voice trailed off and she gazed into the space with an empty expression. The curse of the three mates had been haunting the werewolves for generations. Despite trying all sorts of ways and methods; no one had managed to figure out a way around it.

Carl further explains to her. "What mark are you talking about?" She questioned him again, as she was already losing her patience. "From my findings, the hybrid will possess the mark of the turtle snake on his back. James confirmed to me, that he has no mark on his body at all... This mark is the major significance indicating that he's the true hybrid we seek for, and James doesn't have it!" Carl uttered those statements to Ms. Lauren with a confident look on his face...

“Envy and Lust. I’ll mark you with my own curse.” The same marking that Greed and Pride receives from him, but it is much more powerful for the two embodiments are highly intellectual and much powerful than the first two. The symbol of HIS curse marks unto their forehead, as it immediately vanishes and without a trace. As the christening is being fulfilled. HE once more snaps HIS finger as it echoes, by which commanded and a split of seconds brought them back into the original abyss that HE owns. Along with both of the embodiment’s consciousness that are taken into a deep sleep. With their eyes that hold’s nothing with their soul.

“The curse of three must be fulfilled. The balance must return.” Kael knelt beside her, grabbing her shoulders. “Fight it. Rory, listen to me!” She screamed, and her body convulsed. The marks on both her and Kael’s arms flared in unison, his black turning silver, hers silver turning black. “What’s happening?” he yelled. I could barely breathe. “The marks are syncing. The curse is finishing the bond.” “When one breathes, all breathe,” Caer’s voice growled. “When one bleeds, all bleed. And when one loves, all burn.”

The echo of the second seal’s destruction rippled through the land like a wounded howl piercing the soul of the realm. Aria stood in the inner sanctum, her mark still glowing faintly with crimson heat. Every breath she took felt like fire curling through her veins—not her own, but something older, deeper, angrier. Lena examined the mark with trembling fingers, her scholar’s mind racing. “It’s responding to the seal’s destruction. You felt it the moment it was broken.”

Lark's savage, like a tempest bound on a gust-tossed hill. They kneeled to the ground. And she smiled, sad and peaceful. "I give myself freely." The sword grazed the palm of her hand. Blood fell onto rock. Runes throbbed at her feet—old symbols that measured the pulse of her heart. Mark brought her hand to his lips. "Our destiny is bound to yours." Lark stroked her cheek. "And if we shatter it. may the curse be three times upon us." Thunder boomed overhead. Runes flared with fire, climbing up Cassie's arms as vines. Her eyes rolled back. A voice screamed through the flames—