Sasuke Curse Mark Neck Novels & Stories

“I was born without a pack; I do not want to fight you. I did not tress pass, I am only looking for protection.” “Does it have anything to do with the cursed mark on your neck?” He smirked. I don’t know how he can see it, and I don’t know what more I can do now. Surely a curse is grounds for banishment or beheading or whatever they do here. “So, are YOU associated with dark magic?”

I felt relieved he had come and also apprehensive when I watched him fight. After making sure Diane was okay, Mason hurried over to my side. He reached for me, trying to check if I was okay. But the moment his hands touched me, pain slammed through him. He doubled over before trying to stabilize himself. Henry's pack soon noticed I was alone with Mason and surrounded me. "You... You are Marked!" Mason said in horror.

Her ears stood on end sharply. "Wait. What's that?" Sasha stood checking herself out and a frown formed on her lips, "on your neckline?." I'd seen it too. My dad had it too and so does Mason. A red moon birthmark on the nape of our neck. I didn't let Sasha get a close look for a reason I want even sure of. I relaxed and made myself shrink back to my human self. In a few seconds I was on my knee in front of the mirror peeping at my naked self.

She turned halfway, lips curling. “I knew it,” she said smugly. “I knew you couldn’t resist me. I knew you still—” I didn’t let her finish. I walked right up to her, grabbed her arm—not roughly, but firmly enough to make her blink. “What exactly are you—” I turned her around, brushing her hair to the side. She gasped softly. “Orion…” There it was. The mark. A small, distinct crescent-like scar on the right side of her neck.

After I'd left Lucas's office that the day before, I'd hurried straight up to his suite and into his bathroom to stare at it in the mirror. Like I suspected, Gavin's mark was completely gone, and on the other side of my neck, Lucas's mark grew slowly. What started as two dark puncture marks were now two intertwined spirals of what looked like black smoke. It was beautiful. But the real wonder was in my mark that lay on Lucas's neck. Everyone that had seen him had commented on it. His had quickly grown into two wolves curled around a small crescent moon so it looked they were reaching for each other and we're curled up in a circle. Where his two dark punctures lay were two very small stars. I

“Where I control myself.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “This is where you came… that night?” “Yes.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Why does it happen to you…What's the beast they talk about?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s a curse. When it happens, it demands blood. The only good thing is that it makes me stronger in battle. Deadlier. But it also takes from me…eats me slowly” She stepped closer to me. “Then why did it take over when we were kissing?”

A tiny glowing vine curled delicately around the side of the crown mark forming at the base of his neck. When Sol released him, Marcus immediately touched the back of his neck with a frown. “…Why do I feel nature themed?” I laughed softly. Pamela looked delighted. “Oh my God, yours has decorations.” Chaos looked emotional again. “The sanctuary has taste.” Order ignored him. “The marks reflect recognition,” he explained calmly. “Not merely access.” Marcus frowned slightly. “Meaning?” “The sanctuary sees what you are,” Order replied simply. Silence followed. Not uncomfortable.

"A true bond. Like the one you were supposed to have with the Blackwood boy — but deeper. The Silvermane blood responds to love. Real love. The kind that would burn the world down." Aurelia's hand drops to her lap. The phone tilts, catches the ceiling light. "Obāsan... there's a mark on my neck. It appeared after I shifted. Silver. Glowing. Damon didn't put it there." Mariko goes very still. "Describe it." "Like a crescent," Aurelia says, her fingers brushing her throat. "Wrapped around my jugular. It pulses. I can feel it when he's nearby." "A partial Claim," Mariko breathes. "By the Moon itself. Lila-chan..."

Before losing my grip on my mind, I feel the mark on my neck burning furiously and I hear his deep voice in my head for the last time. “ The curse must end now, Mate. ”

The morning after the "marking" felt different. The air in the Sanctuary’s narrow suite was no longer just heavy with incense; it was charged with a restless, crackling energy that made the hair on Scarlett’s arms stand up. The fake mark on Caleb’s neck—a faint, silver-crimson tracing of her blood—seemed to pulse in time with her own heartbeat.