Sasuke Curse Mark Tattoo Design Novels & Stories

Being delivered of a curse has to have some side effects right? I’m caught off guard when he looks at me and nods, the proud jut of his chin deflating a little bit. “Thank you.” My brain stops functioning for a while and I am almost tempted to ask what he’s thanking me for, until he moves the shoulder of his loose white shirt and I see something strange there. It’s like a faded tattoo. The mark looks fresh, but not quite. He covers it up again and gives me a sad smile. “I’ve been trying to get rid of it for years now, so thank you. You’ve done what no one else could.”

"No, but..." "There are no buts, Derek. She does not accept excuses." Lukas' voice changed to a more sinister tone. Derek felt a seering pain on his forearm, and as he rolled up his sleeve, he spotted the tattoo that was engraved into his flesh. It burned with an ominous gold hue. He touched the Mark carefully, tracing the intricate pattern until the pain died down.

(Sasu) “Oh….Nice to meet you Sosa..” “It’s an Honour to served you…Sire President…”. (Sosa) He looks extremely determined and also very nervous in front of me. The reason that I can determined the vary identities of a Shadow Beaver Clan was because of the natural birthmark on their flat tails. Every single individual were different, it was like their finger prints, Sasu had a crescent moon birth mark, as for Sosa was the full moon birth mark.

Canan was the one to suppress him by burning the black mark that appeared on Onimura's left shoulder. Cursed marks can appear at any part of the upper body once a Starlian loses his sense to think rationally and be consumed by hatred or any strong negative emotions. These marks can be burned when they appear, but only once. It will also leave a scar on the person, a proof that he or she is a survivor. If the corruption returns, then there will be no other choice but to kill the host of the cursed mark. "I know it's inevitable, but should it come to that…I hope I will not be the one to do it."

I curled around my stomach, trembling. When it was over, Damon knelt beside me. Blood smeared his shirt. His eyes searched mine. "Are you hurt?" I shook my head. He stood and motioned to the fallen attackers. One of his guards rolled up a sleeve. A tattoo. Black ink. A stylized wolf. I staggered closer. My breath caught. "That mark—I saw it. On the SUV. The day I crashed." Damon’s expression darkened. "It’s Andrei’s mark."

"I understand. I will honor this bond and protect our pack with everything I have." Marcus, still skeptical, folded his arms and watched intently. "We will hold you to that, Liana. The mark you receive today is a lifelong commitment. There is no turning back." Sophia finished the tattoo, and I looked down at the intricate design now etched into my skin. The crescent moon and wolf’s head were delicate yet powerful, a constant reminder of my new role.

"A tattoo? What does it look like, Sage? Is it a mark of loyalty or something else entirely?" Sage took a deep breath, describing the tattoo in detail. "The tattoo is a circular symbol, intricately designed with mysterious patterns. It's unlike any markings I've seen within any pack. The lines are precise, and the symbol radiates an aura of secrecy." My mind raced with possibilities, trying to understand the implications of this discovery. "Could it be a symbol of an external influence? Is there a chance that an outside group or organization has infiltrated their pack?" Leaning forward, I locked my gaze with Sage, my voice filled with determination. "Sage, we must exercise patience and obser

Sachem Nadura said and gazed at the cloud of strength that was clearly visible to all directions of these Eternal Prisons. His eyes concentrated and punctured through the camouflage of power upon the vortex of its origins. At the center was a boy. A marred being coupled with his list of sickness. His broken body may have been spectacularly pitiful but what called Sachem Nadura’s attention most was the tattooed symbols on the forehead of the boy. It was the mark of the Cursed. Someone who has done an unforgivable sin in his past life. And not just one but a whole lifetime of evil and immorality.

But what truly stole my breath was the mark. A massive tattoo covered his entire back—black ink shaped like a crowned, savage wolf, its jaws open in a silent snarl, thorny vines and heavy chains coiling around it like a warning of dominance and pain. I had never seen a pack mark like that before. Not in any territory, not in any history book, not even in any of my deepest nightmares. Before I could make sense of the intricate, terrifying design, he rose higher—slow, deliberate—water cascading down his body, revealing its complete strength. Powerful legs, a strong frame, every line carved in shadow and sunlight.

He started the bath while I studied my mark. It was dark black now, it kind of looked like a tattoo. It was a crescent moon with stars specked around it. A small heart with a V inside it sat on the tip of the moon. I'm assuming the V was for Viseron. It was really beautiful. I could feel his eyes on me, the mate bond telling me exactly where his eyes were staring. "I love it." I turned to look at him, walking over and giving him a small kiss. He smiled at me, wrapping his arm around my waist and sitting me on his lap. He rested his forehead at the nape of my neck, rubbing his lips against the mark he left.