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Her Enemy, His Curse

Her Enemy, His Curse

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last updateLast Updated : 2025-09-12
By:  Holland RossOngoing
Language: English
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Adventurous

Dark Romance

Werewolf

Alpha

Badboy

Badgirl

Alternate Universe

First Love

Forbidden Love

For centuries, witches and werewolves have been locked in a brutal war of blood and betrayal. But when a cursed prince and a disgraced street witch are bound by ancient magic, the fate of their world begins to unravel. Arielle Thornbrook has survived the streets of the witch dominion with nothing but sharp instincts and sharper words. Born to a disgraced bloodline and branded unworthy, she trusts no one—especially not the ruling witches who let her starve, or the werewolf beasts raised to hunt her kind. When she’s caught stealing from a noble, she’s given a grim choice: execution… or conscription to the infamous Warborn Academy, where witches and wolves are trained to kill side by side. Lucian Draxon was born for war—and cursed for it. The cold, ruthless heir to the werewolf throne hides a devastating secret: a blood curse that binds his fate to a witch. When Arielle’s wild magic triggers that curse, they’re tethered in pain and power—two enemies forced to train, fight, and survive together. As the academy pushes them to the breaking point, a dangerous attraction ignites between them—one neither can afford. But whispers of an ancient prophecy resurface, revealing a chilling truth: only the union of witch and wolf can break the curse and end the war… or doom them all. Hunted by their own kind, betrayed by those closest to them, and bound by a love they never asked for, Ari and Lucian must choose between loyalty and rebellion, vengeance and peace… or risk losing everything.

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140 Chapters
The Street Rat
Arielle: The market was alive today—louder, busier, and more dangerous than usual—which made it perfect for stealing anything. But I didn’t have a choice. The hunger was worse today—sharper and crueler. I clutched my stomach as it twisted on itself, hollow and aching like a rusted blade scraping bone. Each breath felt heavier, as if the air itself had weight, pressing me down while the scent of roasting meats and sugared fruits drifted through the crowd like a curse. I kept my head low beneath my tattered cloak, slipping through bodies like smoke. I’d learned how to move without being seen. How to make myself forgettable. The cloak helped—it was too big, threadbare at the hem, and smelled like mildew and ash—but in a place like this, poor and invisible were sometimes the same thing. Noble witches glided past me, their silk gowns rustling like leaves, their jeweled hands clutching polished parasols or crystal vials that shimmered with liquid magic. Velvet cloaks swept the cobblesto
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The Sentencing
The transport wagon lurched forward, its iron wheels grinding against the dirt path as the city walls disappeared behind me. The chains binding my wrists bit into my skin with every bump, but I didn’t dare complain. The guards flanking me had already clarified that my comfort was not their concern.Warborn Academy.The name echoed like a curse in my mind.The Warborn Accord was supposed to unite the kingdom, or so the propaganda claimed. Instead, it had become another weapon for the High Council to dispose of people like me. Unwanted. Unclean. Disposable.We weren’t soldiers. We were fodder.Around me, other prisoners sat in similar binds—witches and werewolves alike. Criminals. Runaways. Or just poor souls who’d been unlucky enough to fall out of favor. One girl couldn’t have been older than fifteen, staring blankly ahead as though her spirit had already broken. A boy across from me, a werewolf judging by the sharpness of his eyes, glared at me with quiet contempt.We all knew w
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The Warborn Academy
They called it an academy, but it looked more like a prison. Warborn Academy rose from the cliffside like a jagged fang, all black stone and iron spires, a castle built not to inspire but to contain. The sky above it boiled gray and bone-white, heavy with stormlight. The wind howled through its ramparts like it, too, had been trained to scream. Mist curled at our feet as we crossed the threshold, clinging to the earth like ghost fingers. The iron gates groaned closed behind us, loud and final. This wasn’t a school. This was a sentence. I paused just beyond the iron portcullis, my stomach twisting into something sharp. Everything here reeked of punishment and power. Even the stone seemed to hum with it—a low, vibrating thrum that settled in your bones and whispered submit. Gargoyles leered from above, their eyes carved to follow you wherever you walked. The sigils etched around the doors pulsed faintly, not welcoming but warning. Wards. Strong ones. Not to keep intruders out—but to
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The Alpha Prince
He arrived with no fanfare. And yet the air changed the moment he stepped into it. We were assembled in the northern courtyard for combat pairing announcements. Dawn hadn’t yet warmed the stone, and the sky above Warborn was the color of ash—bleeding toward storm, thick with the scent of ozone and iron. The courtyard was a grim place: ringed in obsidian pillars, spiked banners of the academy snapping in the wind like warning flags. The instructors stood silent beside the weapon racks, armored and expressionless, their eyes scanning us like they were already counting bodies. I stood near the back, arms crossed tight beneath my regulation cloak, trying to ignore the ache in my ribs from a sparring match two nights ago. A girl from House Mournvale had cracked them clean in the second round with a brutal staff blow. I still won. Barely. But a win at Warborn meant survival. The sound came first—not footsteps, not even breath, but the subtle shift of silence. A hush that fell like sno
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The Tethered Curse
Combat drills began before the sun even kissed the horizon.We were marched out into the frostbitten courtyard while the torches were still guttering against the wind. A ring of iron runes had been carved into the earth overnight. Blood still lingered in the dirt from the last group that trained here.Today’s trial was magical endurance—paired combat, weapons optional. No deaths allowed. Everything else? Fair game.Lucian and I stood across from one another in the center circle, watched by nearly half the academy.“You look nervous,” he said, voice low.I rolled my shoulders, forcing my body to relax as my pulse raced. “No, just hoping this doesn’t take long. I have better things to do than mop the floor with you.”“Careful.” A glint of something sharp passed through his eyes. “You might trigger your own funeral.”The instructors barked the signal.We moved.Lucian came at me like a shadow loosed from bone—quick, quiet, and purposeful. I barely dodged his first strike. His blade humme
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The wolf and his warrior
We were ordered to share a room.Not for comfort. Not for kindness. For containment.“The tether needs proximity,” Commander Kael had said. “Too far apart and the backlash could rupture your minds. Or worse.”So now I shared a stone chamber with the Alpha Prince.The room was barely large enough for one bed. They added a second cot against the opposite wall. Neither of us spoke when we were led inside. Neither of us touched the other. But the magic between us hummed—constant, like a wire pulled taut and trembling.He took the cot without a word.I stood at the narrow window for a long time, staring out at the frost-laced courtyard. My shoulders were stiff. My throat dry. My bones still remembered the pain of his injuries from the tethering.Behind me, he exhaled like I was a problem he couldn’t punch his way through.“You’re reckless,” he muttered.“You’re welcome,” I said without turning. “You were cursed long before I came along. I just lit the match.”He snorted. “And now I’m chain
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A Thin Line
The library in the East Wing smelled like dust, candle wax, and secrets.I slipped in just past curfew, a flame flickering in my palm to light the darkened stacks. Magic wasn’t allowed after hours, but rules had never mattered much to me, especially not when my life was literally tethered to someone else’s. Someone I could barely stand.Lucian hadn’t spoken to me since the last combat drill. Not really. Just a few clipped commands, eye rolls, and that one gritted “you missed your target again” when I scorched a training dummy’s cloak instead of its chest.He hated this bond.He hated me.But I hated feeling helpless even more.Somewhere in the forbidden texts—those kept behind the blacklocked shelves, chained and sealed with spells older than kingdoms—there had to be something. A loophole. A ritual. A cursebreaker with teeth.I crouched by a cracked volume of bloodbinding runes, flipping through brittle pages. Most were useless. Some were horrifying. A few looked promising. The kind o
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Enemies Watching
I wasn’t used to silence being this loud.The moment we stepped into the dining hall the next morning, every conversation dimmed. Students turned, eyes tracking us like hounds scenting weakness. No one spoke. No one smiled. But I could feel the tension ripple through the air like static before a storm.Lucian walked beside me, arms crossed, jaw tight. The tether stretched like a pulled thread between us—annoyance, discomfort, pressure—but beneath it was something colder.Surveillance.“They’re watching us,” I muttered under my breath.“I noticed,” Lucian said, without turning his head. “Half the witches think you’re sleeping with me to gain favor. The other half thinks you cursed me to become queen.”“Great,” I said. “So I’m either a whore or a power-hungry witch. Love that for me.”“And the wolves,” he added, nodding toward a table of broad-shouldered, sharp-eyed boys with silver rings, “think I’m being manipulated. Softened.”I followed his gaze. I remembered one of them—Axel Vane—l
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The first rescue
The forest outside Warborn Academy was ancient. Wild. Angry.We were sent there under the guise of “practical training.” In reality, it was punishment wrapped in bark and blood.“Survival conditions,” Commander Kael had announced that morning, voice flat as iron. “Two nights. Pairs only. No aid. No magic beacons.”Lucian and I had barely looked at each other. Neither of us liked the idea of being dropped into a cursed thicket where half the plant life wanted to eat us and the other half whispered your name when you weren’t listening.But we weren’t given a choice.They dropped us at dusk, in cold air. No map. Two packs and a faint glowing rune scrawled across Lucian’s palm that would guide us back—if we survived long enough to use it.The first day was quiet. Too quiet.Lucian took the lead, blade drawn. I stayed behind, trying not to trip over gnarled roots or let my magic slip too close to the surface. The tether between us stayed taut, whispering with phantom pain whenever I stumbl
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Sharing secrets
The forest didn’t kill us.That was the good news.The bad news was that after two nights of near-starvation, frostbite, and murder-trees, we were returned to Warborn Academy by an instructor who looked vaguely disappointed we weren’t dead.Lucian and I didn’t speak on the walk back. We didn’t have to. The silence between us had changed shape—less a wall, more a bridge neither of us wanted to cross yet. But it was there.Tangible.Unspoken.Waiting.That night, after the debriefing and the obligatory blood scans to ensure we weren’t cursed (as if we weren’t already), I found myself pacing our shared quarters, unable to sleep.The fire burned low. My limbs ached. My mind spun.I should’ve been afraid of what was happening between us.But I wasn’t.I was afraid of wanting it.Lucian sat on the window ledge, moonlight silvering his hair and sharpening the line of his jaw. He looked like he belonged in a painting of some long-dead martyr—silent, distant, made of scars and prophecy.“You’r
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