Sasuke Uchiha Curse Mark Novels & Stories

I turned back to Lucas. He looked like a carved statue from some forgotten temple—too still, too pale, too beautiful and frightening at once. His wolf flickered weakly below his skin, a faint glow, like a lantern running out of oil. I stroked his cheek, letting my fingers follow the familiar line of his jaw. “Lucas, please open your eyes.” He didn’t stir. The healer beside me whispered something under his breath and dipped cloth into a bowl of cold water, wiping Lucas’s temples. “The curse is tethered to a place now. Not to a mark.”

“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.”

“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.”

Juniper lay there, skin flushed, body twisting faintly against the sheets as soft, broken moans slipping from her lips. Every instinct in me surged forward, my wolf itching and clamouring to claim… our mate? Then I saw it. Two dark marks right there on her neck. My breath got punched out of me. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “You can’t mark someone who isn’t your mate.” “And yet,we did.” Soren whispered, I could catch the schadenfreude in his eyes. Was the Moon Goddess mocking us? For years we had been tortured by the witch's curse.

I said. "Do not relax at supposed victory." He said and in a blink of an eye, he was already pointing his sword at me. "How can I beat you?" I asked teasingly. "Staying alert." We trained and I found a mark on his hand, he had concealed this wearing long sleeves always, even in summer, but my knife tore through it, "You're from sunju pack?" I asked, the mark was a representation of a crescent moon and a star, He rapidly covered it and I could see he was scared of people finding out his identity.

(Sasu) “Oh….Nice to meet you Sosa..” “It’s an Honour to served you…Sire President…”. (Sosa) He looks extremely determined and also very nervous in front of me. The reason that I can determined the vary identities of a Shadow Beaver Clan was because of the natural birthmark on their flat tails. Every single individual were different, it was like their finger prints, Sasu had a crescent moon birth mark, as for Sosa was the full moon birth mark.

As I looked up at Ares, my smile fell. He had taken off his shirt as was facing the other side of the room. On his back was his curse mark, and I hadn’t seen it when it wasn’t active before. It looked like a tattoo, married to his skin. Two wolves head facing opposite each other like a cycle. There was a long line separating them as they were in a circle with written words around it in a language I didn’t understand. I didn’t know what compelled me to walk towards him and without a blink of my eyes, I touched it and the next thing I saw happened was me falling backwards.

While my plan had officially been set in motion, tomorrow was the day I turned myself in. I could feel Asher's hand wrap around my submerged ankle, tugging it until I slid across the tub and into his arms. His sly smirk made me roll my eyes, though something else had grabbed my attention. The wound I had left on his neck was fully healed, revealing a beautiful mark. Cobalt blue in color, a crescent shaped moon with two small stars stood out on his skin. The mark was unique, as it was for all mated wolves. The color was not flat, but seemed to shimmer and deepen, reminding me of the night sky.

My blood ran cold. “Open the door.” The guard reached for the lock before he could turn it. Ashina stood in the corner of the cell, staring at her own reflection in the small silver panel mounted on the wall, her hair had fallen over one shoulder. The mark I had placed on her was gone Completely In its place, a crescent shaped mark slowly appeared along the side of her neck. My curse stirred beneath my skin and for the first time in months , it spoke. Run. I froze as the voice came again. She was never the cure. The crescent on Ashina's neck glowed and every wolf in the palace began to howl.

She snarls in a promising tone as the color of her eyes resemble black ink. “I look forward to it,” chuckling as he walks back to me, he leans over my body and presses his clawed finger on the top of my forehead, “with thisss mark, you will belong to the Ssscourage for all eternity.” He mutters as he pierces my skin and begins to carve out his mark on my flesh. I writher and scream as my blood suddenly begins to feel like it is on fire. Arching my back off the table, my eyes snap open with a blazing white light that blinds me, and I feel my soul depart my body.