Sasuke's Curse Mark Novels & Stories

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.

“Envy and Lust. I’ll mark you with my own curse.” The same marking that Greed and Pride receives from him, but it is much more powerful for the two embodiments are highly intellectual and much powerful than the first two. The symbol of HIS curse marks unto their forehead, as it immediately vanishes and without a trace. As the christening is being fulfilled. HE once more snaps HIS finger as it echoes, by which commanded and a split of seconds brought them back into the original abyss that HE owns. Along with both of the embodiment’s consciousness that are taken into a deep sleep. With their eyes that hold’s nothing with their soul.

"We must present this to the elders. Right now. I intended to debate. I could manage this alone, I said. In my heart, though, I knew the truth. I couldn't. The pack elders gathered in the great hall, examining the mark on my wrist with stern expressions. One of them, Elder Miren, an elderly woman, used her fingertips to trace the dark lines. She went pallid. She said, "It's as I feared." Darius grimaced. "What do you mean?" Elder Miren's eyes locked with mine. "This mark is not typical. It is a symptom of an old curse. A shiver went through me. "A curse?" Her head nodded. A prophecy was made a long time ago. A darkly marked soul, a cursed soul that had the power to bring Viktor back, was men

the man said before leaving me to stare at the empty spot where he had been standing a few minutes ago. Feeling like I was going crazy, I returned to the house. I was still thinking about what the man said about someone finding out about us. Who was it? Why would they attack our pack over this curse? “ Hey, you're back. I didn't find much about the prophecy or curse, but it says that on your birthday, a mark will appear on your body,” Rowena said. That got my attention, “ What kind of mark?” Lucian and I both ask.

"We need to figure it out. As the one whose blood would break the curse, there has to be a solution to it." I became curious. "I still don't understand anything about this prophecy. Why and how did I become the child of prophecy? What curse? Why was a curse placed on the Alpha's bloodline? What was there...?" "One question at a time, Selene" Carmen scowled, cutting me off. "Listen attentively... Soteria the Prophetess gave a prophecy centuries ago that a mate will be born to the Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack, whose blood will break the curse on the Alpha's bloodline and restore peace. Do you get that part now?"

Mira looked pale now while I stared at Sera without blinking. “A mark?” I repeated. “Yes,” she whispered. “A curse mark. It didn’t matter who the victim was,” Sera continued. “Different bloodlines, different ages, different abilities, different packs. Every single dead wolf from the Serene Moon bloodline carried the exact same symbol on their heart.” “And no one noticed before?” I asked.

“You moved him.” Moved him. I glance down. Kael’s hand is stretched toward the circle, fingers trembling like he’s trying to hold something invisible together. “You weren’t supposed to interrupt,” he grits out. “The curse was anchored to him. I was drawing it out in strands. Slow. Controlled.” “Drawing what out?” I demand. “The rot in Darius,” he shouts, and his calm healer mask finally cracks. “The curse is tangled with Arin’s mark. It answers to him. I was using that connection.”

As they both turned back to their human form , completely exhausted ,marked by each other scents ,entangled forever. The purpose of night was finally fulfilled, they were marked. The child was safe .But the curse was the curse cured or there something more.. More to the destiny of theirs

He ripped open the top of his shirt with trembling fingers. Lucy’s throat locked. The mark on his chest—the moon-shaped sigil that had been faint for years—was blazing with harsh white light. Glowing. Pulsing. Burning into his skin as if alive. One of the elders gasped. “The curse is… reacting.” Conan stepped back, eyes wide. “This can’t be—” Lucy didn’t hear the rest. Because in the same instant, pain exploded beneath her own skin—low in her sternum. Sharp, searing, merciless.

He knelt, searching my face. Then saw the brand. He gasped. He helped me stand. I leaned on him; legs weak. “What is it?” he demanded softly. I lifted my sleeve, revealing twisted symbols carved into my flesh—blood magically coalesced into runic script. “It’s his dying curse,” I said. Blue tears slid down his cheek. “Not my Luna. Not my queen.” I shook my head. “He knew. It’s in the brand—my power, reborn...or damned.”