Sasuke's Curse Mark Novels & Stories

he said quietly, “but the mark does not care about titles. It reacts to Alpha blood that touches her with desire.” My jaw tightened at that. Marcus was to blame for all this. Marcus under his breath, his remorse triggered once more. “This is absolute madness!” I cursed. “we are not her lovers va and a fucking mark on her wrist cannot decide the Fate of my brother and I and also that of the entire pack” I interjected bitterly. “That's just how it is, alpha Daniel. It's an ancient curse that dates back to the times of your forefathers. Hundreds of years ago”

Like my soul knew the meaning of the words even if I didn’t understand them. The ground trembled and I flinched as the rune beneathe my feet glowed in tandem with the mark I could feel pulsing just below my collar bone. The same mark I could see glowing beneath Orion’s shirt. A mark that resembled a crescent moon. “Whatever happens,” he warned. “Don’t move, don’t speak. Don’t feel anything.” I stiffened. If moving could mess up brejaking this curse, then I would be as stoic as a statue.

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

Pulled‌ h‍is s⁠hirt o‍v‌er his head. The marks covered his chest. Hi‌s ribs.⁠ His sho⁠ulders. Black lines spreading ac⁠r‍o​ss his skin like cra‌cks in glass. Some of them looked⁠ old. F‌ade​d. Others l‌ooked fresh. Raw. ​"It'‌s worse f⁠or me," Dax‌e​n said. "Beca⁠use I h​ear thoughts. Feel emotion⁠s. Th⁠e curse feeds on that. Ma‍kes it stronger."

"He's going to pretend he slept." "Will it work?" "With the warriors? Probably. With Thorne? No." Sera looked at her with the clear, direct gaze she'd had even in the worst of it. "With you? Definitely not." Wren looked at her wrist. The mark was visible in the morning light — a faint pattern, not ugly, more like something that had been written rather than wounded. "I have a question for you," she said. "A medical one." "Go ahead." "Last night, when the curse retreated — what did you feel?"

The lines twisted and flickered on my flesh, almost as if they were alive, burning like an old wound that refused to heal. Soren muttered a curse under his breath, fists clenched in anger. “That's definitely not just any marking.” He looked tense, eyes glazing over with memories. “I recognize it—it’s mentioned in those forbidden texts. It’s an ancient symbol that ties a person’s soul to a force greater than our understanding.” Ewen stepped closer, his expression thoughtful, weighing the implications. “So she’s bound to whatever's left that is on her. We have to figure out what it is, or it might consume her life.”

That night he had been afraid of the ghosts, not the ones buried in the burial ground but the ones that were deep inside of him. He had gone straight to the tomb stone that was the largest among all the others, there was a symbol carved on the stone and he carried the same symbol on his chest, it had been there as long as he could remember. It was the mark of the curse, and his father had told him all about the mark. Tristan had laid down on the stone as he remembered it all, the pack's betrayal, the shame even the look in Leandros eyes.

“You don't keep mentioning it or you'll have the whole world hear of it.’’ I snapped. She cussed underneath her breath, sweeping her bag over her shoulders before walking out, intentionally nudging her shoulder against mine. I couldn't help wondering if perhaps, Keegan made her get a new one after discovering she probably threw the previous one away. This mark must be really something. Turns out that not only Alpha Levi suffers from a curse after all. I might be a curse myself. I left straight for my room, into the bathroom. Took off my clothes before the mirror and located the crescent-shaped birthmark somewhere at the back of my left shoulder. Through a little difficulty, I was able to att

" Curse? Curse me to stop!? *Laughs* You can't curse a soul!' Hikaru scoffed at me. " Why not??!" " You need Saren! only he knows which part of the soul to curse! And how to curse it! If you do it, you'll most likely go horribly wrong" " Will not!" " Will too!" " Will not!" " Will too! Now stop your complaining and listen to me!" " Yeah, I can! Watch me! " I smugly said " Don't you even think about it you rat!"

sarcasm laced with my words. Caleb bursts out laughing before he finally picked up his cup. He swirled the tea dramatically before taking a sip. “It might be hibiscus to you but it's definitely lemon to me.” I didn’t touch mine. I couldn't even think about the tea, not with what he just told me now. They hated me for my curse. Now, they hated me for finding a cure. What exactly do they want from me? My death? Caleb leaned back, watching me. “You know you’re too proud sometimes. I know you want to stand on your own, but the elders aren’t just people. They are the control networks joining all the packs together. They are the things you’ll need to run a successful race.”