Sasuke's Curse Mark Novels & Stories

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.

Krys added, but I was still a bit confused. “How do you know that?” I asked. “Look deep into his eyes.” Kole said, pointing to Armen's eyes. “They hold the cursed mark of a serpent biting on its own tail. That is the cursed mark of a shaman witch.” I squinted my eyes, looking deep into Armen's eyes and I could see it too now. It was buried deep in his blue eyes, the mark of a burning serpent eating its own tail. “That wasn't there before. It seems to be only triggered when Ava is around.” Krys observed.

"You are no weakling, Hera. You are the strongest person I know. Don't ever forget that." His words washed over me like a soothing balm, momentarily easing the relentless ache in my back. But the pain was persistent, a throbbing reminder of the curse that clung to me like a shroud. "I need to see it," Davien insisted, his voice laced with concern. I hesitated, reluctant to show him this mark of my fragility. But under his insistent gaze, I relented, pulling down the silk of my gown to reveal the bruise. It wasn't just a bruise. It was a grotesque disfiguration, a swirling mass of purple and black that seemed to pulsate with an unnatural light. It was the mark of the curse, a constant reminde

I struggled to separate from Henry but his other arm held me in place no matter how much I struggled. "Let go!" I insisted, only then did he let go. "You...you marked me!" I shouted in horror, "how is that possible? No ritual was done!" "It's a temporary marking alpha can give. It will let me know where you are," he said. "Why? Why Mark me at all?" "So I can make sure he stays away from you. I am easily jealous," he said and my face went red.

The Council, her enemies, the forces they were fighting against—everything she had believed to be true was starting to unravel. “No,” she said, more firmly this time, trying to steady herself. “This doesn’t make sense. We have to—” “We have to end this now,” Matthew interrupted, his voice sharp. “The mark on your shoulder—it's not a gift. It’s a curse. You’re not the key to freedom. You’re the key to something far worse.” Sera’s legs trembled beneath her, but she stood her ground. “Stop. Just stop. I don’t want to hear any more of your lies.”

As tensions escalated, Suri intervened coldly, "Mr. Tanaka, I'm already cured of my illness. Please leave!" Kenji stared at Suri in shock. Then, he issued a chilling threat. "That's impossible. Tonight, you'll still have nightmares, and it'll be worse than before. You might even lose your life because of it..." He reached into his pocket, touching the delicate wooden doll with a red paper tag attached, bearing Suri's birth data. Suri scoffed. "Is that so? Unfortunately, someone has already helped me break the curse." Kenji was taken aback. "That's impossible. How could I not know..."

What if the girl gets suspicious? But, unexpectedly, Leona just nodded her head with a smile. Allowing William to heave a sigh of relief. Turns out she didn't really think much of Ethan's rambling words. "Let's go!" William said then walked out of the dining room. Without waiting any longer, Ethan immediately followed his cousin. Until Leona was alone in the room. Leona chuckled, "A wolf? That suits him. His personality is quite similar to that of a wolf. His aura is scary, his gaze is sharp, and don't forget, he likes meat," Leona muttered before shoving the food into her mouth casually.

She struck out at the darkness, a flash of violet sparks illuminating the distorted face of her sire for a split second. “Better? He’s quieter. That’s the only difference,” Zilo laughed, and the sound felt like needles behind her eyes. “But your body knows the truth. Feel the Mark, Sofia. Feel how it’s changing. It’s no longer a brand. It’s a root. It’s growing into your heart, into your lungs. It’s becoming the Curse of Longing.” (NOMO HOLT’S POINT OF VIEW)

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.

“You’re still here.” I want to speak, but pain blooms along my arm, where Serena’s arrow struck. It isn’t a wound anymore. It’s alive. The mark burns brighter with every breath, coiling under my skin in thin, glowing veins. Maelis’s voice rises again, her palms hovering over the mark. “The curse opens what was hidden,” she says softly, as though to herself. “Not to kill… to reveal.” Her words ripple through me like a key turning inside a lock I didn’t know existed.