Sasuke Curse Mark Tattoo Design Novels & Stories

In his palm: a jagged obsidian shard glowing with an inner black flame. Xavier (hoarse, whispering): “You were chained for centuries. Buried by fear. Fed lies. I see you.” He presses the blade to the stone and carves a looping sigil of flame and chain. The mark glows dark violet, then pulsing red. Xavier: “I carry your curse. I share your rage.” The dungeon trembles. Dust falls. Then—* A howl—low, deep, ancient—rises from the mark like smoke turned sound.

He shifted so that she could look at his back. Sybil reached up and touched the design that looked like a deep black tattoo between his shoulder blades. It was a circle like the others she saw. The interior crossing designs that came to the edge and from what she’d been told all held meaning. It was a mark of their bond, their souls and a blessing of the moon goddess. She noticed that some of the lines spilled outside the circle unlike others she saw. Small little curls that reminded her of ivy stems. It was beautiful to her. Aries suppressed a shiver as her hands touched him. One moving over the design and it immediately made his body jump. He looked at her over his shoulder. “I wish to see

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

I paced around the room, trying to get myself and my thoughts together. "What would I do now? What am I supposed to do? What was I going to tell my dad or mom? This is fucked up!" I murmured, running my fingers through my hair. I went back to the mirror to get a good look at the mark. The mark was beautifully tattooed on my neck. It was a picture of a half-crescent moon and a large black wolf staring at it; its mouth opened as if it was howling at it. It was beautiful, and it complimented my skin. I knew the mate-bound was already strengthened. There was nothing that could break it anymore.

“Unless you choose otherwise.” “And Tate?” Azraeth’s smile turned vicious. “Will wish he’d never been born. I promise you, he will suffer beautifully for what he did.” I took a shaky breath. This was insane. Absolutely insane. But what did I have to lose? “One year,” I said. “And you make him pay.” “Deal.” Oberin’s hand shot out, gripping my wrist. Heat flared where he touched me, and I watched in shock as a mark appeared on my inner forearm—an intricate symbol that looked like a cross between a mark and a brand, glowing faintly crimson before fading to black.

It moved under his skin, devouring the healthy tissue, replacing it with something harder, darker. The ink hit his shoulder. It surged across his chest. It hit the "Keyhole" scar—the brand he had borne since childhood. The Keyhole didn't fight the black ink. It opened. The blackness swirled into the Keyhole, filling it, then exploded outward in intricate, jagged geometric patterns. They looked like tribal tattoos, but they throbbed with a sickly, necrotic light. The Curse of the Usurper. [SYSTEM CRITICAL UPDATE]

"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.

“I remember something.” “What do you remember?” Zuria asked, eager now. I closed my eyes again, pulling it back. “A tattoo. On one guy’s neck. A snake. Black ink, wrapped around his throat like it was choking him. It had fangs, I think... I'm not so sure.” Marco frowned. “What tattoo?” Zuria was already typing. I could hear the clicks. “What kind? Describe it more.” “Black. I don’t know tattoo words. It looked exactly as I described.”

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

You leave this village without a word to anyone, not even me, and you think you can just waltz back in and everyone will receive you with open arms? Soren sighed. "Hear me out first," he pleaded. "And if you still feel I'm not welcomed here, I'll leave peacefully." His words silenced Salem and she folded her arms before her. "Start talking," she said. ... Jade stared at his mate as she lay asleep in his arms. He gently tucked in the damp strands of hair behind her ear and leaned forward slightly, placing a soft kiss on her lips. On the side of her neck, a magnificent golden mark sat prominently. It was a beautiful mark made of complicated swirls and curls which collided to form an intricate