Sasuke Curse Mark Level 3 Novels & Stories

"Kyla, you can't beat me. No matter when, no matter what, you'll end up dying by my hand. I used to be kind. I even gave you six months to live, but you just had to push me. Now, I'll send you straight to hell." She lifted her hand. On her palm was that familiar symbol. "Scared? Then get on your knees and beg." Francis looked just as pleased, already calculating how much money Sally would bring in once she made her comeback. I smiled. "Sally, when you were coughing up blood earlier, that little symbol didn't do a thing. What makes you think it'll save you now?" "That's because I didn't… Wait. How do you know about that?" Sally's heartbeat spiked. "You're not supposed to know. That's impossib

Having Grade SSS genes, Lucas’ Hundred Heavenly Steps was so fast that one’s naked eyes could not catch his movements. Lucas appeared before the Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman and the Rank 9 Mad Ox Dark Race in less than a second. Lucas was a Rank 8 being, and it was impossible for him to emerge as the victor against the two Dark Race beings that were in the Rank 9 realm. Thus, after activating his Hundred Heavenly Steps, Lucas purchased a Rage Potion from the Points Mall. He drank the Rage Potion and then activated the third level of his Immemorial Demonic Script.

Krys added, but I was still a bit confused. “How do you know that?” I asked. “Look deep into his eyes.” Kole said, pointing to Armen's eyes. “They hold the cursed mark of a serpent biting on its own tail. That is the cursed mark of a shaman witch.” I squinted my eyes, looking deep into Armen's eyes and I could see it too now. It was buried deep in his blue eyes, the mark of a burning serpent eating its own tail. “That wasn't there before. It seems to be only triggered when Ava is around.” Krys observed.

"Hey." Sassy stopped on her tracks when she heard Hailec's voice behind her. She slowly turned around with a creased on her forehead. "What?" she asked. "Why do you have that mark?" Hailec ask which confused Sassy. "What are you talking about? What mark?" she asked as she completely face Hailec. "The dragon." "What dragon? Are you nuts?" "I mean this---" he was about to touch the mark behind Sassy's shoulder when she suddenly took a step back away from him.

And on the day of my coronation ceremony, I drove a dagger of my own into that traitor’s chest—this time in front of the same Elders and Pack members who once mocked me. They didn’t question me again after that because they now believe that I have always been right. But the damage was done. The curse placed upon me as a child, perhaps by the Goddess, or by guilt—festered. On the night of every full moon, I lose control. I shift, and my wolf becomes feral. Unrecognizable. Unstoppable. A beast even I can’t tame. I ordered to be chained down—alone in the dungeon—to keep my pack safe.

"My second turns eighteen next week. On that day, I can request for a date for the ceremony." "That's cutting it pretty close, Shiro," Jett said. "That's only a few days before our thirty are up." "I understand," he told him. He wished he could tell him how much he understood. He probably didn't feel any pain from the curse due to Shiro denying him so much. He and Hiroko were the only ones strong enough to take on their mate's pain from the curse. Hiroko had learnt it herself and had taught him for when the time had come.

He looked up and saw two uniformed policemen standing over him, poking and prodding him with their batons, smiling at each other. Kyle tried to remember what happened, how he’d got here. He remembered reporting to Rexius. Then being grabbed, being tied down. Then, the acid. He reached up and felt one side of his face, and it felt normal. Then he reached up and felt the other—and the pain came flooding back. He could feel the contours, the horrible scars, the disfiguration. They had branded him with Ioric acid. A punishment reserved for traitors. He, Kyle, the man who had been loyal to his coven for thousands of years. For one small mistake. It was unthinkable. Kyle felt the pain welling up o

Ankara asked from within the silk. "maybe it is not worth it, but seeing the improvement I have gained even without joining it is worth it to me. They helped me comprehend this twenty gale slash so do you think they couldn't do more if i can join. Mom was stupid and dad was foolish, we shouldn't be like them," Kakashi said before announcing about his entry into the seventh level. On the seventh level the wind slash became more vast and fast killing more of the magudo tribe that has been trying to retreat.

Lira moved like lightning, her runes glowing with white fire as she burned through the corrupted ones, leaving trails of ash in her wake. But no matter how many we cut down, more came. They crawled from the mist, endless and screaming. “This isn’t a pack,” Kael shouted. “It’s a curse given form!” “Then we end it!” I yelled back. I felt the mark on my arm ignite—hot, bright, alive. The world seemed to narrow until there was only light and shadow. I drove my blade into the earth, channeling every ounce of strength I had left. The runes on Lira’s hands flared in response, merging with the energy of my mark.

LAYLA Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at the mark on my neck. Yeah. That mark. You know the one you get after your fated mate marks you with a kiss. Although my mark looked like it, it was literally smoking like a cursed barbecue. Black smoke curled out of it with little flashes of red, like someone shoved a demon inside my skin, but whatever it was, I was so happy about it. My entire existence was not in vain. I finally had a purpose goddess chose me for.