Novel & Cerita Sasuke Curse Marks

"Lucius, what else? I can tell you're holding something back." Lucius let out a slow, ragged breath, looking over at Jax, who had leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. "If we don’t mark you, Soraya, our curse will never be healed," Lucius said, his voice dropping into a flat, painful whisper. "The black veins on our necks will keep spreading until the madness takes us all permanently. But... if you stay unmarked, your parents can’t weaponize you. They can’t use your Queen aura to trigger the global deployment of The Withering."

confused way. Like he was seeing something impossible. His voice was low. Careful. “Your shoulder,” he said. “What about it?” I snapped. He leaned in slightly. Whispered, "That mark. The white one. It’s real." I blinked. "What?" He looked around. Nervous. His voice dropped even lower. "That’s a kitsune birthmark. From the old bloodlines. Japanese clan. You’re not supposed to exist." He shoved clothes into my hands. "Get dressed. Quick."

"What is it? What’s wrong?" “The mark…” I managed to choke out, my voice barely more than a ragged breath. I pulled the coat tighter around me, but I knew he could see it — the ugly, burning black symbol spreading across my side. The dark lord's final curse. The dark mark was reacting to my weakened state, feeding on it, growing stronger. Arthur’s jaw clenched. “We need to stop it. How?” I hesitated, feeling embarrassed at what I was about to say. I could barely meet his eyes. “A mate’s mark,” I whispered, the words caught painfully in my throat. “It’s the only thing strong enough to suppress it. I—I need you, Arthur.”

Still, at that, his body couldn't say no whenever she craved him. Sasuke looks puzzled still," I know your body started aging badly, was that really why it happened and how did you get yourself back?". Kazuma glanced at his friend who was frustrated and utterly tensed, he shook his head slightly and replied; "Based on my hypothesis, I think it was because of the sex and also the bite marks around my neck. It was like she was a blood-sucking woman whenever we had sex, so what I did was that I poisoned her...

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.

The real Raiden was still in there, clawing his way to the surface every chance he got. I stepped beside him and rested my hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll figure this out.” The words came easily. Believing them… That was another story. Because the truth was, I didn’t have the faintest idea how we were supposed to beat something we didn’t fully understand. Before another thought could settle in my mind… I saw it. Again. The black curse marks crawling along the side of Raiden’s neck shimmered beneath his skin. A slow…. Gentle… Silver pulse. It stayed a little longer this time.

“The council requests your presence inside. They claim the storm is too fierce.” She did not turn around. “The storm is irrelevant. It’s the mark.” Rowan positioned himself beside her, his dark hair dampened by the rain, his eyes glowing like gold even in the dim light. “The Curse Mark?” Aria nodded. Beneath her collarbone, the faint crescent-shaped mark throbbed with a warmth that radiated through her ribs and throat. It was no longer pain—it was a summons. “It’s reacting once more,” Rowan said quietly, his brow furrowed. “More intensely than before.”

The followers were surprised by Lucas's disrespect and feared The Scourge would take his anger on them so they moved back. He turned around so that he was behind Lucas. He stretched to pluck out Lucas's heart when he saw a birthmark on his back. "What is this on your back? How did you get it?" The Scourge was calm. "It's a birthmark dummy, not for sale. Go tattoo yours!" Lucas rudely said and The Scourge left immediately. Tobi followed him. "What is wrong with the Supreme one?" Tobi asked. "Release him and take him back to his doorstep", The Scourge replied

As I looked up at Ares, my smile fell. He had taken off his shirt as was facing the other side of the room. On his back was his curse mark, and I hadn’t seen it when it wasn’t active before. It looked like a tattoo, married to his skin. Two wolves head facing opposite each other like a cycle. There was a long line separating them as they were in a circle with written words around it in a language I didn’t understand. I didn’t know what compelled me to walk towards him and without a blink of my eyes, I touched it and the next thing I saw happened was me falling backwards.

(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.