Sasuke's Curse Mark Novels & Stories

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."

“Where I control myself.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “This is where you came… that night?” “Yes.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Why does it happen to you…What's the beast they talk about?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s a curse. When it happens, it demands blood. The only good thing is that it makes me stronger in battle. Deadlier. But it also takes from me…eats me slowly” She stepped closer to me. “Then why did it take over when we were kissing?”

“You don’t hate me. You’re afraid of what I might become.” Lucien’s jaw clenched. “I’m afraid of what the world becomes if no one stops you.” A heavy silence fell again. Then, the Oracle turned to Ava. “Show us the mark.” The blood in her veins went cold. “Ava,” Kellan whispered, stepping beside her, his hand brushing her good shoulder. “You don’t have to.” “Yes, I do.” With trembling fingers, she slid down the cloak from her back. The hall gasped as the mark revealed itself—an inverted crescent, surrounded by three broken stars, glowing faintly against her skin.

“Let the whole land bear witness and never forget this betrayal. Let the wolves mourn their fallen Alpha and let the curse fund its vessel. And immediately, like a flash, she left. We all looked at one another, confused about what she meant, except for Sebastian, who looked lost as though he had already seen this coming. I felt something flicker on my Arm. I looked down and saw a faint, crescent-shaped line glowing beneath my skin. “A mark” ”A claim” “A curse” And that was the first seal of the prophecy.

When I turned to face him, he was already unbuttoning his black shirt. Tattooed muscle flexed with every movement—his chest sculpted like carved stone, each line etched by the gods. Dark ink curled over both arms—wolves, symbols, ancient script I didn’t recognize. But it was the crystal-shaped marking on the left side of his chest that stole my breath. It pulsed with light. Faintly glowing. “What is that?” I whispered. He stepped forward, voice husky. “My curse. My mark. My fate.”

Just pressed his forehead to mine, breathing like he was afraid I had vanish if he blinked. "Where's Sabine?" I croaked. He pulled back. And then I saw it. The mark. It was gone. Not burned out, not erased. Moved. To him. It flared across his chest in blazing silver, alive with the curse I had carried. "No," I whispered. "You took it." "You would’ve died. It was consuming you." "You don’t understand what it does—" "I do. I saw it. I lived it when we fused. When the fracture tried to take you. I made a choice."

"He has a small recording device - an enchanted parchment that copies what it observes. He's been feeding information to Zoran daily since he arrived. The door to your room, the mark on your neck..." "He saw the mark?!" I asked profusely. "Through the gap under your door when the firelight caught it as you moved," Kael said. "Yes. Zoran knows about the mark." Silence. I breathed through it carefully. "Then Zoran already knows what I might be right?" I asked confused. "Well, he knows you carry a partial mating mark from a cursed Alpha and that the curse behaves differently around you," Kael said. "He doesn't have the word Bloodanchor yet.

“You just don’t like that she might be stronger than all of us combined.” The tension between them crackled, sharp enough to taste. I stood slowly, ignoring the dizziness that followed. “Stop.” Both of them fell silent. The mark pulsed once, golden light blooming faintly around my fingers. “Whatever this is, it’s connected. To her. To all of you. I can feel it.” Vale’s expression softened, barely. “Then you’re feeling the curse, too.” Cassian rolled his eyes. “He calls it a curse because he doesn’t like things he can’t control.”

“Nicholai… have you been feeling strange lately?” Both my brows pulled together. “Strange how?” “Your emotions. How are they?” Everyone kept exchanging glances from me to Kyle. “My emotions are fine, Kyle. What does that have to do with anything?” “Just answer the damn question. I’m not talking about the surface feeling, I’m talking about the deep ones. Fear, love, compassion, rage… how are those feelings?” I blinked, a chill running down my spine. “...normal, I suppose.” Kyle shook his head. “Nicholai, that mark on your back… when a hellhound dies, you absorb part of its curse. That mark is going to start fading soon.”

If the condition of breaking the curse is for both of us to give AND receive the mate mark, then it would actually solve the problem-- If Willa would be willing to mark Kirsch, and let me mark her, then all three of us would get AND give a mark. Though I wasn't actually sure that would work. Kirsch brought too much uncertainty to the curse. But I knew he wouldn't take his mark off me. Though I tried to explain to Nox, she couldn't understand that even if Kirsch took his mark off me, it would scar me forever, and I wouldn't be able to take her mark. So I proposed the game: