Sasuke's Curse Mark Novels & Stories

he whispered, “is the Curse of the First Luna.” A chill shot through me. “The… what?” He raised his eyes to meet mine—full of sorrow. “It is a curse older than the packs themselves. A curse placed upon those who rewrite destiny. Those who shift the fate written by the Moon Goddess.” I blinked at him, stunned. “I don’t understand.” He exhaled shakily. “Charlotte… every time someone alters destiny or breaks the natural path, they pay with their soul. The crescent mark… it represents the countdown.”

The air grew colder. Something was wrong. So terribly wrong. He could see it now—her body shimmered faintly at the edges, like she wasn’t authentic. The curse’s mark ran like veins across her arms, glowing the same sickly blue that now pulsed in his own. He reached for her. “I’m here. It’s me. We can fight this.” Her smile faltered. “Fight…?” Her voice sounded layered, as though someone else spoke through her. “Cole, there is no fight. There is only surrender.”

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.

Sera watches Neah with something like awe in her eyes. Then she speaks again. Quieter this time. "There's one more thing," she says. "The insider. I didn't see his face. But I saw his mark." "What mark?" I ask. Sera meets my eyes. "A scar. Shaped like a crescent moon. Right here." She touches the left side of her neck. The exact place where a Beta mark would sit. ---

I stopped, holding on to my nape as I froze in my spot “What does this have to do with the prophecy?” “She has awakened it” he looked as if he had seen a ghost and that made my heart race, in which it shouldn’t “What do you mean by that?” “The first mark is not a place, it's not a weapon, it’s a bloodline. A vessel. A curse made from flesh” my heart hammered hard against my chest as I felt a sting in the corner of both my eyes which I hadn’t felt in years. “No!”

I said. “There was another werewolf and you acted calm. You know what that means?” Rupert and I shook our heads vigorously. “That means you are not the only who is curse!” “Hold on, how do you know he’s also curse? What if he came from a pack or some lace where our kinds lived and got lost in here.” “I am telling you, he is not. He’s curse like you, but he’s different. He’s not like you,” Mariko sat in the couch, massaging her hands to ease out her stress.

Even the Curse Power inside his body was being rapidly sapped away. At that moment, he knew that he had lost and that the resurrection plan had failed. However, he did not wish to yield. “No one can stop me!” He roared incessantly and summoned his Curse Magic to the max in an attempt to reseize control. At that moment, James was sitting in a lotus position in the air. When the immense Curse Power entered his body, he could not endure the sudden influx despite having already surpassed the Grand Emperor Rank. Hence, he could only hurriedly suppress and refine the Curse Power into mysterious black characters.

Keana, as if to make up for her brother’s silence, squirmed and cried, the sound strong and demanding. Mara reached down, brushing her hand lightly over her scars. The silver marks were still there, faint, but unmistakable. And when the twins cried, those scars seemed to glow, as if the very life inside them was feeding off the power of the curse that had been placed upon her. She hadn’t broken it. She had only transformed it. The curse was still there, lurking in the shadows, evolving. And it would follow her. It would follow them all.

“The vision I saw... It was brief, but I felt a presence. Ancient, hungry, and… protective. Whatever gave you this mark must be kept away from the world. It could bring ruin if left unchecked.” I clenched my fists, my mind racing. I couldn’t tell her it came from Tesla’s child, not without endangering them both. “I don’t understand,” I said carefully. “How did this happen to me?” She narrowed her eyes. “That is for you to uncover. But heed my warning—this mark is not a gift. It is a curse and a tether. Whatever did this to you has claimed you.” Jarek looked between us, his confusion evident. “Claimed him? What does that even mean?”

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.”