Sasuke Curse Marks Novels & Stories

What if the girl gets suspicious? But, unexpectedly, Leona just nodded her head with a smile. Allowing William to heave a sigh of relief. Turns out she didn't really think much of Ethan's rambling words. "Let's go!" William said then walked out of the dining room. Without waiting any longer, Ethan immediately followed his cousin. Until Leona was alone in the room. Leona chuckled, "A wolf? That suits him. His personality is quite similar to that of a wolf. His aura is scary, his gaze is sharp, and don't forget, he likes meat," Leona muttered before shoving the food into her mouth casually.

They are the definition of the perfect couple. Tasha rests her head on my laps and I pat her hair. "Get the dagger off Seb and get him treated," I hear Davil's voice from the door, and I raise my head to look at him. His eyes are already on me. He has a mark below his eyes, which I am guessing he got from his fight with Aiden yesterday.

As they both turned back to their human form , completely exhausted ,marked by each other scents ,entangled forever. The purpose of night was finally fulfilled, they were marked. The child was safe .But the curse was the curse cured or there something more.. More to the destiny of theirs

Ours. It was overwhelming—like drowning in fire and ice all at once. My breath came short and ragged as images I couldn’t control flickered behind my eyes: Cassian standing over a battlefield, Killian tearing through enemies, Ronan pulling me from a storm, Lysander watching me with unreadable eyes under the moonlight. The moment broke when Cassian pulled his hand away. My palm still tingled, and when I looked down, I saw the faintest mark—a crimson-tinged sigil, delicate but unshakable, etched into my skin.

He knelt, searching my face. Then saw the brand. He gasped. He helped me stand. I leaned on him; legs weak. “What is it?” he demanded softly. I lifted my sleeve, revealing twisted symbols carved into my flesh—blood magically coalesced into runic script. “It’s his dying curse,” I said. Blue tears slid down his cheek. “Not my Luna. Not my queen.” I shook my head. “He knew. It’s in the brand—my power, reborn...or damned.”

I stood before Marcus, my posture deferential, my head slightly bowed, but my heart pounded with a cold, calculating ambition that burned hotter than the flames. Marcus slouched in his obsidian throne, his crimson robe hanging open, revealing the scarred expanse of his chest, the faint glow of a curse’s mark pulsing beneath his skin—a secret I’d pieced together from his winces, his sudden gasps, his desperate obsession with the Moonborn. I masked my smirk, my dark eyes glinting with the knowledge I held close, my hands clasped behind my back.

“I can see it in your eyes. You’re becoming one of them.” Sofia’s breath hitched, her hand instinctively moving to her arm where an odd, tingling sensation had begun to spread. She glanced down, her heart skipping a beat as she saw it—a faint, glowing mark etched into her skin, intricate and pulsing with an otherworldly light. “What… what is this?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Damien’s growl deepened, and he moved to shield her from Jake’s view. “It’s the mark of the curse,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “Your transformation is accelerating.”

Juniper lay there, skin flushed, body twisting faintly against the sheets as soft, broken moans slipping from her lips. Every instinct in me surged forward, my wolf itching and clamouring to claim… our mate? Then I saw it. Two dark marks right there on her neck. My breath got punched out of me. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “You can’t mark someone who isn’t your mate.” “And yet,we did.” Soren whispered, I could catch the schadenfreude in his eyes. Was the Moon Goddess mocking us? For years we had been tortured by the witch's curse.

“You’re still here.” I want to speak, but pain blooms along my arm, where Serena’s arrow struck. It isn’t a wound anymore. It’s alive. The mark burns brighter with every breath, coiling under my skin in thin, glowing veins. Maelis’s voice rises again, her palms hovering over the mark. “The curse opens what was hidden,” she says softly, as though to herself. “Not to kill… to reveal.” Her words ripple through me like a key turning inside a lock I didn’t know existed.

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.