A Curse So Dark And Lonely Novels & Stories

-LYKOAN’S POV- Loneliness was a monstrous enemy with deadlock tendrils that sucked the sprightliness of one’s will to live. However, tonight was a special night. Years of pain and misery would finally come to an end. For I, the man known as the Lycan Diabolyn, was cursed. Nightfall arrives quickly when you've lived a long mateless life. Hours were an empty void, and the silent times that fell in between were horrendous.

Would this be how it ends for me, trapped and helpless beneath the earth? The dirt clung to my skin, gritty and relentless as I fought against its weight. My limbs felt heavy and uncoordinated, my mind foggy with confusion. Through the haze, I strained to hear the comforting voice that had been guiding me, but all I could hear now was the deafening silence. It seemed I was all alone in this battle. The darkness crept into my vision, a sinister glimmer that threatened to consume me whole. It coursed through my veins like a deadly poison, sending shivers down my spine. Cal’s curse had taken hold of me, its insidious effects seeping deeper with each passing moment.

Atreus inhaled loudly and rubbed his eyes with his fingers for a moment before narrowing his eyes at her with a dark look that she'd never seen before. "Fine, Layla," he bit out with a sneer. "You really want to know? I'll tell you. Ravana is the one who placed a curse on me." "A curse?" Layla asked, confused. "Yes, a blood curse. He was the one who trapped me, the reason why I was stuck waiting for centuries. Unable to escape the pitless black of my tomb," he muttered. "But why?" she asked, confused. "If I tried to explain why that twisted b*stard makes the choices he does, we would be here all night. That is just who Ravana is. The demon you are currently placing your faith in."

I'll die a sad and lonely wolf and all because my father thinks keeping me locked up like this is protecting me. I know you'll probably ask why I don't just go outside without Siri noticing but believe me, I've tried. The cottage is fortified with some sort of magic or enchantment, anyone can just walk in and out, anyone except me. Each time I try to walk out that door, I become enveloped by excruciating pain and it almost feels like I'm engulfed in fire, the flames blazing at my skin piece by piece.

I was the happiest woman alive, I wished to relive the night over and over and over again till eternity. If we spent the night together, it only meant he saw me as his mate, and he was also in love with me, right? That was why he could not resist the temptation because he craved for my body the same way I craved for his. I looked at the bruises on my arms, it was all worth it. But my smile faded when Lucian was nowhere to be found. I looked side to side, expecting to see him on the other side, but I was well aware from the time I had awoken that I was alone.

Peter asked. “A witch placed a curse on him, a hex could cause a variety of illnesses but that witch meant madness and that is why your friend is sick. You are were right, modern medicine cannot cure him. I will call elder Wendy, we must begin the unhexing right away.” Dahlia said as she reached out for her phone in her bag. “We have to begin now, you will see for yourself during the session,” Dahlia said hurriedly as though there was no more time and this scared Peter, he could not lose Darin.

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

"There is nothing you can do against fate. You can try to fight it, but it has a way of clicking everything together. I knew she was referring to how she was mated to Alpha Killian. Someone used dark magic on her to trick her into believing she was his fated mate when Damon was her real mate. Here she is now, Damon's Luna. Fate made them find their way together. Fate was fucked up, and I hated fate. I nodded, and she walked inside. I stood beside Devon and did not say a word. I could not be what he needed. I was not soft; I was not a comfort. I was strong and fierce, I was a warrior, and I was cold. I had to be what I needed to be in this world. The world needed me to be strong. "I thought s

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

“Bolt the door. Let no one in but me.” She had promised. But promises felt fragile tonight. The curse hummed beneath her skin, restless, seductive. It whispered in the back of her mind: You could end this. Walk to the stones. Give Darius what he wants. Spare them all the bloodshed. She shook her head, hard, trying to silence it. But the shadows in the room seemed to listen. They thickened. Coalesced. A figure stepped from the darkest corner, not quite solid, not quite smoke.