Sasuke Curse Marks Novels & Stories

My mouth fell open in shock, and I stuttered, “What the actual...fuck you, you bloody psycho...” “Careful,” he cut me off smoothly, his voice darker now, his eyes glowing red as fire as he lowered his mouth toward my throat, “the more you curse, the more I want to mark you. And once I mark you… you’ll never escape me.” “You stupid...don’t you...”

“Don’t start with me, Kael. This curse …this bond …it’s not natural. You marked her, yes. But the blood bond activated on its own.” Now tell me,” Sylvester continued, eyes narrowing, “When did the mark appear?” “Immediately after I marked her.” Sylvester’s brows drew together. “And?” Kael exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “It appeared at the base of her neck. A blood sigil. It glowed red for a second before fading.” “I was able to mask it.” Sylvester cursed under his breath. “So she has no idea she’s not just bound to you… she’s cursed to you.”

I lifted my arm, my eyes trailing down to the spot where the sacred crest of the Moon should have been glowing with the fire of a new bond. It was gray. It wasn't just fading, it was rotting. The beautiful, intricate lines of the crescent and the wolf were crumbling into ash right before my eyes. Pieces of my skin, dry and dead, flaked off and drifted to the ground. It looked like a bruise that had gone stagnant. "The Moon didn't just reject her," a man shouted. I recognized him as one of the pack elders. "She’s been marked by something foul. Look at that color. That's the mark of a curse."

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

"He's going to pretend he slept." "Will it work?" "With the warriors? Probably. With Thorne? No." Sera looked at her with the clear, direct gaze she'd had even in the worst of it. "With you? Definitely not." Wren looked at her wrist. The mark was visible in the morning light — a faint pattern, not ugly, more like something that had been written rather than wounded. "I have a question for you," she said. "A medical one." "Go ahead." "Last night, when the curse retreated — what did you feel?"

Like my soul knew the meaning of the words even if I didn’t understand them. The ground trembled and I flinched as the rune beneathe my feet glowed in tandem with the mark I could feel pulsing just below my collar bone. The same mark I could see glowing beneath Orion’s shirt. A mark that resembled a crescent moon. “Whatever happens,” he warned. “Don’t move, don’t speak. Don’t feel anything.” I stiffened. If moving could mess up brejaking this curse, then I would be as stoic as a statue.

Marcus said. “You sure?” I asked, the same time Marcus spoke. “Yes, there is no doubt child, you are the kings fated mate.” Said the witch. "The bond exists. Better than the majority I have seen.” "Then why is the mark gone?" Daniel asked. The witch darkened her features. "Because she is cursed." The word dropped down in the room. I felt cold all over. “Cursed?” Daniel mumbled “Yes, yes,” she said, and looked straight at me. "A binding curse. Old. Deeply rooted."

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.

she whispered, fear and fascination warring in her chest. “Yes,” he replied simply. “The curse is not mine alone. It feeds, it tests, it binds. You will feel it, and it will test you. Your light and my darkness will clash in ways you cannot yet imagine. That is why the mark exists — to anchor you, and to warn you. To tether you to me, so that neither of us succumbs entirely to it.”

“You just don’t like that she might be stronger than all of us combined.” The tension between them crackled, sharp enough to taste. I stood slowly, ignoring the dizziness that followed. “Stop.” Both of them fell silent. The mark pulsed once, golden light blooming faintly around my fingers. “Whatever this is, it’s connected. To her. To all of you. I can feel it.” Vale’s expression softened, barely. “Then you’re feeling the curse, too.” Cassian rolled his eyes. “He calls it a curse because he doesn’t like things he can’t control.”