Sasuke Curse Mark Neck Novels & Stories

As he moved, something caught the light on his neck—a faint but unmistakable mark. A kiss mark. Susan’s face fell, her complexion paling as her gaze darted toward me. Her eyes widened, and a mixture of jealousy and humiliation flashed across her features. Instinctively, my fingers brushed against my neck, where the warmth of his lips still lingered, a reminder of moments I wasn’t ready to confront. Our eyes met, and the fire in Susan’s glare was undeniable. Across the room, James’s lips curled into a faint smirk, his expression one of subtle mockery, as though daring me to respond.

"It's okay Sakiko, don't fight him. I know you were reading, I just teased you. Sasuke, follow me and get what I bought for you two." "Yes, father" he replied and climbed out of bed. "Thank you Father," she said with a smile on her face. "Welcome." Sasuke and Fr. Tanaka left the room. "Ohh Sasuke!" she scooted closer to the head board and removed his pillow so she could rest her back on the head board. "What! My necklace, what is he doing with it?" She looked at the back of the necklace and saw her name engraved on it. "Aria, my name!" she opened the locket and saw a picture of herself when she was small.

Grey is usually a dull colour that helps you blend in and in most cases that’s what it does. but for some reason she stood out which was the opposite of the desired effect. A small wind blew, and her hoodie flew away revealing a tattoo on her neck. The tattoo that was embedded in my mind and often would give me nightmares. It was one unlike any other, unique, and scary at the same time. It was the blood mark curse, the girl turned around and her eyes landed on me, those green eyes and blonde hair. It’s her, its Scarlet. she looked at me for a moment and I could tell that she recognised me from our very brief encounter.

“What the...” His gaze was fixed on my neck. He had seen my mark. It was covered with the turtleneck shirt I wore, that was why he hadn’t seen it before. But I had now changed into a t-shirt. “What is that on your neck? Please tell me it is from another person!” He was evidently furious as he spoke. “Maximus!” my mom scolded. “That should be the least of your worries right now.” “No, it cannot be. We are talking about the future of the pack here. We just went to war with the pack of the girl he is marked by. She cannot be the Luna of this pack!” he retorted.

It had to be it. “Fuck,” Keagan groaned soon after he removed the jackets from my noodle arms. He barely turned my head to the side before I bared my neck to him, bared the burning mating mark to him like a bitch in heat. Keagan’s eyes grew hooded before he shoved his face against the mark, breathing deeply. “You asked for my catch. This is it. Let me mark you again…this time for real.”

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.

Marcellus panted on the floor when the burning sensation behind his neck cooled. "What's wrong with him?" Brandy asked. "She's marked him." Cassie said when she inspected his body on the floor, seeing the symbol on his neck. Angelus asked, "What does that mean?" "It means she's chosen him to bear her mark. They're now connected as one. She sees him as a worthy supernatural to share her powers with. And it also means she now has the same mark on her and only you can awaken the powers we'd just put to rest inside her."

As I looked up at Ares, my smile fell. He had taken off his shirt as was facing the other side of the room. On his back was his curse mark, and I hadn’t seen it when it wasn’t active before. It looked like a tattoo, married to his skin. Two wolves head facing opposite each other like a cycle. There was a long line separating them as they were in a circle with written words around it in a language I didn’t understand. I didn’t know what compelled me to walk towards him and without a blink of my eyes, I touched it and the next thing I saw happened was me falling backwards.

" continued Sergeant Sales. Sergeant Sales and I were close but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Everything came together in my mind. Like a landslide. Maia's customer with a snake tattoo on his neck. Scratches similar to the scratch I saw on Banjo when we fought. Henry's grandfather's face. Transferring its curse to others before dying. The red capsule caused me to lose myself. My bloody clothes. My missing inhaler. I suddenly left Sergeant Sales and quickly walked towards the dead man.

“Yes.” He frowned. “You have a bit of a scab, but it’s healing well. Unusual.” Felix shrugged as if it wasn’t his problem, and that’s when I noticed it. He bent down his head to look at my waist, and his hood fell back. I gasped. Dark purple veins curled around the back of his neck. It was unmistakable. The Stigma of Bewitchment was on him as well. But there was another mark, a circular seal with strange markings on the back of his neck. He was a sorcerer.