Sasuke Curse Marks Novels & Stories

Mira looked pale now while I stared at Sera without blinking. “A mark?” I repeated. “Yes,” she whispered. “A curse mark. It didn’t matter who the victim was,” Sera continued. “Different bloodlines, different ages, different abilities, different packs. Every single dead wolf from the Serene Moon bloodline carried the exact same symbol on their heart.” “And no one noticed before?” I asked.

My past self explodes into sobs of relief. But I— the present me— am choking. “No,” I whisper. “No—don’t show her this—don’t let her see—” The curse smiles. “Oh, she will. She must. It is her story too.” Lyra’s body in the memory shudders— and a mark appears over her heart. A faint crescent. A brand of resurrection. A bond she never agreed to. A tether to me she never asked for. Then another mark flares across my past chest—white-hot, searing, the first spark of the curse embedding itself into me.

“You don't keep mentioning it or you'll have the whole world hear of it.’’ I snapped. She cussed underneath her breath, sweeping her bag over her shoulders before walking out, intentionally nudging her shoulder against mine. I couldn't help wondering if perhaps, Keegan made her get a new one after discovering she probably threw the previous one away. This mark must be really something. Turns out that not only Alpha Levi suffers from a curse after all. I might be a curse myself. I left straight for my room, into the bathroom. Took off my clothes before the mirror and located the crescent-shaped birthmark somewhere at the back of my left shoulder. Through a little difficulty, I was able to att

Arth whispered, “is a demonic transformation?” The black and red strings ran along Janshai’s skin, forming dark symbolic lines, like black and red tattoos on his neck, arms, legs, and face. A red triangular mark glowed brightly at the center of his chest. As Janshai opened his eyes, the white part had turned black, while his iris had stayed as dark red. “Daemon Rex Maledictum … Demon King’s Curse,” Janshai spoke, his voice much deeper, darker than usual. He gave one swing of his red glowing scythe, creating a strong force blasting around the place.

Could it be that the hatred was the real binding force between us? Could it be that when I forgave him the curse automatically broke? Just like how I regained my memories the moment I fell in love with Sebastian. The moment I acknowledged my feelings for him was when the spell broke. That is what the blood mark curse is. It’s a curse of hatred that runs in my blood and has been engraved in my soul. But how? I didn’t hate anyone back then. That’s what the blood mark curse is. “May take a sample of my blood, you and I will try to find clues in my blood,” I said to May who nodded.

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."

The prophecy chamber spun around me, ancient symbols on the walls pulsing with silver light that matched the burning in my veins. “Don't move,” Victor ordered, his medical equipment beeping frantically around me. “Your vitals are still stabilizing.” He was practically drowning in medical supplies, monitors showing readings that definitely weren't normal for any species. The curse marks covering my skin pulsed with dark energy. I watched in fascination as they slowly receded, leaving behind silvery scars that seemed to shimmer with their light. They formed intricate patterns I'd never seen before — not quite like Selene's traditional curse marks, but something new.

“That thing’s laced with the void.” “I know!” Elias shouted back, voice sharp. Kairis groaned, gripping Elias’s sleeve. He placed his hands over the wound. He didn’t think. He didn’t try to channel anything. He just... acted. Symbols burned into his skin—gold and violet, Azazel’s mark pulsing to life on his back. Lucian stepped forward. “What the hell are you doing—” The curse began to unravel. Screaming. It wasn’t Kairis.

*Fine if you say so, but that scent was the one I caught when the spell was broken, or maybe i was wrong about it* Rage said with a sigh. *I would be glad if your speculations are true* Kael said softly. ‘But it is not true’ he added in his heart. The pain came back again, his eyes glowed in pain as he held onto his chest. A circle similar to the one on Lucy's back appeared on his heart. He sighed “ Damn this mate curse, it is slowly resurfacing, I don't have much time” he muttered to himself. After some minutes the pain vanished along side the mark.

I said. "Do not relax at supposed victory." He said and in a blink of an eye, he was already pointing his sword at me. "How can I beat you?" I asked teasingly. "Staying alert." We trained and I found a mark on his hand, he had concealed this wearing long sleeves always, even in summer, but my knife tore through it, "You're from sunju pack?" I asked, the mark was a representation of a crescent moon and a star, He rapidly covered it and I could see he was scared of people finding out his identity.