Sasuke Uchiha Curse Mark Novels & Stories

"Lucius, what else? I can tell you're holding something back." Lucius let out a slow, ragged breath, looking over at Jax, who had leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. "If we don’t mark you, Soraya, our curse will never be healed," Lucius said, his voice dropping into a flat, painful whisper. "The black veins on our necks will keep spreading until the madness takes us all permanently. But... if you stay unmarked, your parents can’t weaponize you. They can’t use your Queen aura to trigger the global deployment of The Withering."

I thought she was a forgiveness from Chelsea allowing me to make up for my mistake, until I found the mark on her lower belly. A cross mark symbolized a sorcerous curse from those with evil abilities. The real meaning of Chelsea’s last sentence suddenly occurred to me. I deserve it. I smirked. This was going to be way more complicated than I expected, but at the same time, more interesting. “What if I mark you before Xavier do?” I asked as my thumb brushed over her delicate neck. It remained intact, without a trace of attempted mark. I supposed Xavier was just too cautious to easily believe in the prophecy, or he was too gentle to let the girl cry.

Trembling, I slowly turned around and saw no one behind me. "Don't be scared... I'm Vex your fire." I blinked rapidly trying to process what was going on. My mother had mentioned that I'd get my fire when I was older. "Keep walking before they find you." I nodded quietly and picked the pace and my gaze lingered on my hand which had dark marks on it. What's happening to me? "They poisoned us Rogue and we have to get out of here if we ever want a chance of surviving." My heart was pounding frantically in my chest.

Before I knew what was happening, the scarf around my neck was ripped away and I gasped in surprise while scrambling to cover my neck with my hand but Dad was faster. He grabbed my hand and used his hand to turn my head firmly so the mark was in full view. When I checked with the mirror I had passed by earlier, it had healed fully. The mark was different than what I was used to. Usually when non-fated mates mark themselves, it heals into a regular bite mark but mine was red, like a fresh wound. The shape was still a bite mark but it also looked like a crescent moon. The mark on my neck was a blood crescent and it screamed of Soren’s elemental color.

“The vision I saw... It was brief, but I felt a presence. Ancient, hungry, and… protective. Whatever gave you this mark must be kept away from the world. It could bring ruin if left unchecked.” I clenched my fists, my mind racing. I couldn’t tell her it came from Tesla’s child, not without endangering them both. “I don’t understand,” I said carefully. “How did this happen to me?” She narrowed her eyes. “That is for you to uncover. But heed my warning—this mark is not a gift. It is a curse and a tether. Whatever did this to you has claimed you.” Jarek looked between us, his confusion evident. “Claimed him? What does that even mean?”

“I can see it in your eyes. You’re becoming one of them.” Sofia’s breath hitched, her hand instinctively moving to her arm where an odd, tingling sensation had begun to spread. She glanced down, her heart skipping a beat as she saw it—a faint, glowing mark etched into her skin, intricate and pulsing with an otherworldly light. “What… what is this?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Damien’s growl deepened, and he moved to shield her from Jake’s view. “It’s the mark of the curse,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “Your transformation is accelerating.”

I stopped, holding on to my nape as I froze in my spot “What does this have to do with the prophecy?” “She has awakened it” he looked as if he had seen a ghost and that made my heart race, in which it shouldn’t “What do you mean by that?” “The first mark is not a place, it's not a weapon, it’s a bloodline. A vessel. A curse made from flesh” my heart hammered hard against my chest as I felt a sting in the corner of both my eyes which I hadn’t felt in years. “No!”

Here is where all my question should be answered. "My family has been cursed with the mark of kin," He says. I look at him, confusion completely draping over my face. How does he expect me to react to such a statement? He sighs and takes out a handkerchief. Stan profusely rubs his neck, and sure enough, a glowing mark emerges. As I scoot over to observe it with a closer eye, I see that it resembles are maple leaf. Okay, what is going on? "Stan, what the hell is that on your neck? How can something like that glow so bright?" I ask out of shock. Stan (or should I say Vittorio?) sighs and scratches the back of his neck.

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”

Outside the shattered barrier, I could hear the distant howls of wolves, my pack, Damon’s pack, alive. But above all that came another sound, the echo of Kyle’s curse, whispering through the wind. Blood for balance. Blood for peace. Blood for the bridge. The curse wasn’t over. It had only changed. My vision blurred. The ash around Kyle’s body began to swirl, glowing faintly crimson, forming sigils in the air. The markings spread outward like a virus, sinking into the soil, into the earth itself. “No,” I whispered. “No, not again.”