Novel & Cerita Sasuke Curse Marks

“She wants the sword to carry the curse. To make the death permanent.” Susan held the sword upright in both hands and began another chant. “Blade of night,” she murmured. “Blade of blood. Drink and seal. Cut and bind. Carry the mark of Fireblood. Serve the hand that holds you.” She turned toward Tariq. He stood near the edge of the symbol. His eyes were fixed on my body. His face was calm...too calm. “I need your mark,” Susan said. He stepped forward without hesitation and held out his hand.

The veins are bulging and a corroded black hue, the surrounding skin is burned as it pulses and is spread across my shoulder and down under my left breast. "What plan do you think I have?" I went back to hiding the mark and covered myself. They all fell silent, worried about taking over the room, none of them expected things to be this bad. "You knew there was something in my black mark. Melvin died when he marked me... That day the curse was activated and since then it has been growing... That's why I made Marcus promise he would never mark me, but he forgot the real reason. You'll forget soon enough."

I cautioned, my tone sharper than I meant it to be. Kaïden stopped mid-step, his jaw tightening at my words. “Do you know what this is?” My throat felt dry. Should I tell him the truth? That the blood in my veins, the fire I carried, was linked to markings like these? That my mother’s death had been sealed by one of them? I swallowed hard. “It’s a curse mark. It binds. It lingers. Wherever it’s cast, destruction follows.” Frightened murmurs swept through the council, the tension thick enough to choke on.

I point at his chest. “They are not tattoos,” he corrects. “They are curse marks from the moon goddess. An eternal curse. A shame,” his voice trails off. “They remind me of what I've done almost every night.” My chest tightens. “W-what did you do?” His jaw locks as he slowly looks up from his chest and stares at me. Without a word, he buttons up his shirt. “Terrible things,” he mutters. And that is it. Not a word further.

I opened it carefully, flipping through the yellowed pages until I found what we were looking for. “There,” Lysa said, pointing to a page that depicted a symbol eerily similar to the one we’d found. It was slightly different, but the resemblance was unmistakable. My eyes scanned the text beside it, the words filling me with a growing sense of unease. “This symbol is called the Mark of the Shadowed Moon,” I read aloud. “It’s said to be an ancient curse, placed upon those who seek to defy fate or disrupt the natural order of the pack. The mark is a warning—a sign that the bearer is being watched by forces beyond their control.”

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.

Cesan's eyes were wild as he stared worriedly at me, but instead of reassuring him, I turned my head and growled at my dad. “What the fuck, Dad?!” Sin's arms fell to his side as he cursed. “What have you done, Cesan?” He groveled, causing me to furrow my brow. I noticed that my Crescent Moon mark was illuminated and thought it was cool. “You mean this?” I asked as I lifted my moon mark toward him. “He means that you absorbed his bolt and should be dead, “ Cesan explained. I gasped as I clutched the covers to my bare chest.

“If you stay too long—” “I’m not leaving you behind.” I took his hand. The soulbrand screamed. I screamed with it. And together, we cut the cord. The pain was unimaginable. Like being flayed from the inside out. Like every memory trying to leave at once. But the second the thread snapped— So did the curse. Lucian collapsed into me. Breathing. Alive. The mark was gone. But so was something else. My legs gave out. Fenton caught me before I hit the floor. “You did it,” he whispered, shocked.

“Why does every instinct I have scream that she belongs to us?” “Because the curse is adapting,” Miasan said quietly. “Growing. It’s been trying to break you for years, and now it’s found a new method. A girl who should not exist, who triggers all your possessive instincts without being your actual mate. It’s the perfect trap.” “So what do we do?” Malachi asked. “Remove the marks? Send her away?” “That would be wise—” “But it won’t work,” I finished, understanding dawning. “Will it? The damage is already done. Marking her triggered something. Removing the marks now won’t reverse it.”

The attention that lay upon me heavily like a mask is now turned to the body that lay on the ground and the warriors slowly begin to examine each mark with painstaking patience. Without looking at the body, I know what they're seeing because for the past half hour, I stood over the same body, examining the same lines till I could tell the difference in the length and width of each of them. “The marks are similar," I hear one of them, the closest to me, whisper to his other colleague, before he turns and looks at my fingers now folded in front of me. “The curse has finally caught up with us," I hear another whisper, glancing in my direction before quickly glancing back to avoid being affected