Sasuke Uchiha Curse Mark Novels & Stories

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.”

she whispered, fear and fascination warring in her chest. “Yes,” he replied simply. “The curse is not mine alone. It feeds, it tests, it binds. You will feel it, and it will test you. Your light and my darkness will clash in ways you cannot yet imagine. That is why the mark exists — to anchor you, and to warn you. To tether you to me, so that neither of us succumbs entirely to it.”

“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.

I said. “There was another werewolf and you acted calm. You know what that means?” Rupert and I shook our heads vigorously. “That means you are not the only who is curse!” “Hold on, how do you know he’s also curse? What if he came from a pack or some lace where our kinds lived and got lost in here.” “I am telling you, he is not. He’s curse like you, but he’s different. He’s not like you,” Mariko sat in the couch, massaging her hands to ease out her stress.

Being delivered of a curse has to have some side effects right? I’m caught off guard when he looks at me and nods, the proud jut of his chin deflating a little bit. “Thank you.” My brain stops functioning for a while and I am almost tempted to ask what he’s thanking me for, until he moves the shoulder of his loose white shirt and I see something strange there. It’s like a faded tattoo. The mark looks fresh, but not quite. He covers it up again and gives me a sad smile. “I’ve been trying to get rid of it for years now, so thank you. You’ve done what no one else could.”

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.

Keana, as if to make up for her brother’s silence, squirmed and cried, the sound strong and demanding. Mara reached down, brushing her hand lightly over her scars. The silver marks were still there, faint, but unmistakable. And when the twins cried, those scars seemed to glow, as if the very life inside them was feeding off the power of the curse that had been placed upon her. She hadn’t broken it. She had only transformed it. The curse was still there, lurking in the shadows, evolving. And it would follow her. It would follow them all.

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."

she comforted her as she hugged her. Lucy smiled bitterly, ‘would he accept me if he finds out the truth’ she thought as she closed her eyes. SIX DAYS LATER. Lucy who had just finished taking her bathe walked out of the bathing room, She stared at the mark on her back which was no longer pure red, it had a faint white hue at the rim of the circle. Lucy recalled the mark on the king, she furrowed her brows. ‘The book says the mate curse comes in pairs of death and life, why do we have the same mark’ she thought.

Jasmine POV: My words got me attention of Draco and Maximus both “Horraisces mark ?” They both question me in sync “Yes! Horraisces mark…. these special magical marks are used by many witches to keep their victim binded to any particular place” I informed both of them “Can you erase this mark?” Draco questioned me when I turned to him and replied “Such Horraisces marks are always guarded by a Curse…. a curse that will pain or even kill its bearer if he crosses confined boarder of Witch...”