Sasuke Curse Mark Tattoo Design Novels & Stories

“Something exclusive.” “Exclusive? Sure. I’ll have him recommend some.” Soon a batch of designs came through. Forrest introduced them seriously. “Demon tattoo, also called a slave mark. Usually on the lower abdomen. You know what it means. But people who get this are usually women…” Forrest turned his head and saw Lorenzo studying the designs with full focus. A chill ran down his spine. “Bro, you are not thinking of doing this, right?” Lorenzo stubbed out his cigarette and said calmly, “She said she wanted to leave her exclusive mark on me.”

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

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.

I cried as tears dropped from my eyes. “Let me see…” She pulled my arm closer. Then she froze. The cut… was burning up. Faint, glowing lines travelled from the wound toward my shoulder. Her gaze shot to my birthmark. Which was glowing. Bright gold. “Moon above…” she whispered, fear and awe blending in her voice. “Alia… do you know what this is?” I shook my head. “No… I…I don’t know anything. It’s always been there since I was born.”

Her hair fell in a heavy, dark sheet over shoulders wrapped in some kind of fur‑lined cloak, though no frost touched her bare throat. Her eyes… They were wrong. Colorless around the iris, the pupils too dark, too deep, like looking into a well you couldn’t see the bottom of. Her lips were a blood‑dark red, curved into a smile that didn’t reach those eyes. And at the base of her throat, half hidden by the edge of her cloak, I saw it. A mark. Faint, like a bruise whose edges had blurred. Three lines in a circle. Lucian’s curse sigil.

"Not yet." Still, I stepped back, letting them ease his limp body onto the reinforced cot, the air thick with burning sage, wolfsbane extract, and the unmistakable coppery sting of blood. One of the medics unfastened the soaked bandages wrapped around his lower back, and I caught my breath. A sigil had been carved into him. Not drawn. Carved. Thin, spiraled lines seared into his skin in a shape I recognized far too well, Celine's mark. Her binding crest. The same twisted design she'd tried to scorch into my spine months ago, during the ritual that nearly consumed my wolf.

His eyes opened wide. “There is an inscription.” I nodded, suddenly remembering. Yes. There was an inscription. What? “Something in Greek, I think,” I said. “Latin,” he corrected. “Spina rosam et congregari Salem,” he said, and then looked at me, as if expecting me to understand. I had no idea. I never had. “It says: The rose and the thorn meet in Salem.” He stared at me, and I stared back. My mind raced, wondering what that could mean. His eyes had shone with a newfound purpose.

Scar shouted before Jasmine disappeared into the room. ______________ Jasmine settled on the chair provided for her as she examined the different designs of tattoos on the walls, "Did you design all of these?" She asked pointing at the drawings as Alejandro turned around to look at what she was pointing at, "Yes, I did," he replied as Jasmine continued to admire the drawings in awe, "They're beautiful," she said as Alejandro chuckled before walking towards her with the materials to get started, "Thank you, so what would you like to get?" He asked as Jasmine lay back with a grin on her face, "I'd like to get a Japanese dragon with words at the end of its tail," she said as Alejandro looked at

Alarich lowers his head in submission "I speak to you not only as your humble servant, but as a friend. If you don't perform your duty, despite you being above the law. Our kingdom will be emboldened and a potential unnecessary rebellion could be on our hands" My mark. To humans it looks like a tattoo all over my left side. It starts from my bite scar, above my left breast. Black vines and flowers trail from it, down my side and wrapping around my leg to my foot. Then it trails up my chest, along the side of my neck, swirling and wrapping down my arm and ending at the tip of my ring finger.

After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group. A sigil of each pack combined into one tattoo. A wolf’s head with long fangs for Venom Fang, the crescent moon above its head for Crescent Moon Lucius’s pack, The forest behind it for the Black Forest pack that Johnny comes from, a red river at the bottom for Dex’s pack the Blood River Pack and the night sky, for the Dark Night Pack where Brent is from. They all have the same one. Heading out into the living room, I see them all sitting around chatting and laughing when they all look at me.