A Curse For True Love Novels & Stories

And underneath all of it, Gideon and I stood very still, holding each other, waiting. We had never said it out loud, not once in the whole year of planning, but we had both been thinking it. During our first wedding, the curse hadn’t lifted because the vows were not true, not as deep as they were today, sealed in fear instead of love. They were too fragile, too tentative to break a generations-long curse. Maybe a bond sealed in love, with eternal vows before the Goddess herself, would finally drive it out. Maybe there would be a sign: heat, or light, or that warm hand settling on the back of my neck, or the simple feeling of it leaving, after all these years.

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

"As proof of the curse, I gave you a mark which you have already seen. In order for the curse to break, you need to find true love. When that person says I love you, then the curse will be broken." How hard could it be to make a woman fall in love with me. “That is simple to accomplish.” I said with pure smugness. She shook her head. "No, it is not that simple. The moment that person loves you then you love them back, you will feel a burning sensation on your mark and it will glow signifying that as true love then the curse will be broken. If it does not, then you will remain immortal until you will find your true love."

“ it’s about how the curse broke. You have always been curious. ” I tightened my grip on her hand. “ Don’t you fucking ruin it, Dustin. ” “ Apparently, the curse could break if two fated mates fell in love with each other despite not knowing their destiny and one of them marked the other after a sacrifice. You are a smart girl. I know you can make sense of the rest. You can absolutely understand who I am talking about. ” The fucker grinned at me. “ now, I am leaving for good, my friend. ”

A part of me I swore to control and hide forever. "What do you want Jace?" I asked defeatedly. "Now that's what I like to hear," He snickered. "I'm giving you a month. A month to play dress up for a while and make a convincing statement that you want to leave. Once that's done, you can come back to me, your true love and we can get married." If I was drinking a cup of coffee I would have spat it out. I would never marry Jace even if he was the last man alive.

“The truth is… my existence isn’t what you think. None of it is.” Drasa’s fingers tightened around mine, silently lending me her strength, the way she always did without even realizing it. I looked at her once, then turned back to the others. “You’ve all heard the stories about the curse,” I began. “The one that runs in my bloodline. How it makes me dangerous. How I’m different.” Maya nodded hesitantly, her lips pressed tight. “It’s true,” I admitted. “The curse is real. It’s been with me since birth. But what you don’t know… is what it really means.”

Artemis said, angrily. "You just want him to die of loneliness just like you. The fact that you decided to stay untouched doesn't mean he has to do the same. You know, most people would pay to get shot." "Then, how do we cure this curse?" I asked. "True Love's kiss." "Really?" "Of course not! This isn't those dumb fairytale movies you see on TV. This is reality. It can't be cured. I shot him with a golden arrow" he replied.

She stood in a vast expanse of light, surrounded by fragments of scenes—an ancient castle, two lovers separated by war, a ritual gone wrong. Each image flickered like candlelight. Then she saw him—the man from the memories. Dark hair, silver eyes, the same eyes as Adrian. > “No,” she breathed. “That can’t—” > “It was always you,” said the echo, smiling sadly. “Or a piece of you. I waited too long for your return.” The truth unfolded like a wound reopening. The curse had been born from love—an ancient Adrian had begged the heavens to preserve a dying woman’s soul.

The rest is history. "So we are still under her spell aren't we?" "Curse. Not spell." She tsked her finger wagging at me as she leaned on her walking stick. "The spell has been broken but the curse remains. Instead of breaking our family from our debt to those vampires, she made deals to owe them even more. But there's a loophole and I guess if I tell you it won't break any of the rules. Danu was right in sending you to me." She sighs and looks me directly in the eyes. Her eyes are clouded and white, almost something out of a horror film. "You must find your one true love and mate fully with only him to break the curse she put those vampires under. And you must do it without the help of the

“Interesting.” She whispers as the two hold each other and are drawn unto their selfish and carnal desire that started the fracture and destruction of the world from its very first loop. The scene changes as that explain the middle, and she is now seeing the two claiming with their heat and desire to each other making their love visible unto the bright full moon from above. “Now, just when does love becomes a curse?” Asking once more, but even deeper than before, she still stands in the corner as the scene once more shifts, where a scream and curse follow.