Sasuke's Curse Mark Novels & Stories

Cold blood in our veins, hunger we can’t satiate, Day by day we face ourselves and see the hate. This gift of ours, the curse that always radiate, Deep within us, we only destroy but never create. -G -==- “Sadraka?” Gin repeated, staring at his brother. “The Caster? The one who put the curse on us? That Sadraka?” Augustus firmly nodded, discarding the thick book on the long table as he started to pace their mansion’s study area. He pulled Gin inside the room, wanting to confirm his theory about the black band he saw Chessa wearing. He suddenly felt an itch to snatch it from her.

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.”

I tripped and crashed hard onto the floor. Her laughter rang sharp and cruel. My blood burned. I wanted to scramble up and scratch her face bloody… Then her laughter slowed. “Wait,” she said slowly. “Isn’t that a cursed mark on your back?” My breath hitched. The small top I wore had shifted, revealing the mark I’d been hiding. I quickly adjusted it and pushed myself to my feet. “It’s nothing,” I said, steadying my voice. She smirked. “I saw the crescent mark. That’s the Goddess-branded curse signature.”

He leaned b⁠ac‍k slightly, f‌ingers t‍apping t⁠he arm of his thr‌one, the metallic‌ so‍u‍nd⁠ echoi‌ng through the vast chamber. ‍“The curse,” he murmured, “cannot be broken by‌ stre‌ng‍th‍ or power or will. It can only be broken by one thing…‌ the true mark.”‌ My heart lurc‍h⁠ed. Kingston inha‌led sharply. K‌ael’s hand‌ twitc‌hed a‌t her side, as if she wanted‌ to reach fo‍r a we‌ap⁠on bu‌t dared no‍t.

"Help me? After everything you've done? Did I request your help?” His gaze darkened as he stared at me, but his voice remained calm when he spoke up. "You don’t understand, Rachael. The mark we share—it’s not a curse. It’s a gift. We are meant to stand at the peak together, ruling as the strongest. You, me—" He took a slow step forward, as his eyes were gleaming with something unreadable in them. "No one can oppose us."

Outside the shattered barrier, I could hear the distant howls of wolves, my pack, Damon’s pack, alive. But above all that came another sound, the echo of Kyle’s curse, whispering through the wind. Blood for balance. Blood for peace. Blood for the bridge. The curse wasn’t over. It had only changed. My vision blurred. The ash around Kyle’s body began to swirl, glowing faintly crimson, forming sigils in the air. The markings spread outward like a virus, sinking into the soil, into the earth itself. “No,” I whispered. “No, not again.”

“You are just a silly child who was also betrayed; everyone gets betrayed, right Scarlet ?” “What are you talking about “ I said feeling like there was something more to this curse “Well, Scarlett dear, you don’t have a choice; the darkness is not something you can simply brush off. It’s... inevitable, and the goddess mark was supposed to help you break but, you don't even know how to make use of it, even the witches don't know how to use the goddess mark, all they know is that the goddess mark will break the curse blah blah blah..” he said with a dark chuckle

The curse mark on Vivian Ashford's wrist changed the timeline. A curse mark on a non-bloodline person means the curse has extended its reach, which means it is no longer contained to Chase, which means the management strategies that have been keeping it nominally stable are no longer sufficient, which means I need to be here, in this city, having the conversation I have been avoiding since graduation day.

At first, during those quiet hours in the damp shack, I actually thought the curse might have loosened its grip on my soul. The SATOR mark’s dark power had remained eerily dormant against my skin. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Tethys had simply been biding his time, waiting for the absolute perfect moment to strike. Suddenly, the curse surged through my body like a violent tidal wave, an unbearable, burning compulsion that left me trembling on the floorboards and completely desperate. Hunger, thirst, and physical pain were absolutely nothing compared to the maddening, invisible force driving my limbs forward.

Her gaze lingered on the mark on my wrist. “Show me,” she said. I held out my arm. She traced the crescent scar with one finger. It flared with heat under her touch. “Ancient,” she murmured. “The Obsidian Curse. The same darkness that nearly destroyed this pack years ago. It sleeps inside her… but it’s waking.” Kael’s entire body went rigid beside me. “Can it be removed?” he asked, voice tight. Selene shook her head. “Not without killing her. The mark and the girl are bound together. She is the vessel. But she may also be the key to finally ending it.”