A Curse So Dark And Lonely Novels & Stories

"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.

"I have been alone for a very long time. By choice, but, alone." "So have I," I said. "Even when I was with Darius. I was alone." He looked down at where his hand still rested. "The curse…" "The curse is a fact about the present situation," I said. "It is not a verdict on the future." He looked at me with those silver eyes, and I held them, and the warmth in my chest that had been there since the forest, the low steady hum that my wolf had been sitting beside for months, resolved into something clearer. Something I could name, now, if I chose to.

My fingers shook as I reached the room door, pushing it open and slamming it shut behind me. I locked it. Leaning against the door, I inhaled sharply. My heart was still racing. What curse? Why doesn’t he want me around? I sat on the bed slowly, my mind spiraling. Everything that happened, his coldness, the way he looked at me, it all made sense now. He was cursed. And I had no idea what kind of curse it was. A knock came on the door. I jumped. “Selene,” Dark’s voice rumbled on the other side.

Rigel had spent hours, days, poring over ancient texts, searching for anything—any prophecy, any curse, any name—that could explain why history was repeating itself. Why Daniel was being hunted. Why Daniel was losing himself. And then, as the candlelight flickered over a faded, nearly crumbling manuscript, Rigel found something. A passage that sent ice down his spine. “The First Cursed One shall rise again.” “Bound by fate, shackled by time, a weapon forged twice.” “Beware the one who walks in the light but belongs to the dark.” Rigel’s breath caught. “The one who walks in the light but belongs to the dark.”

He was to remain in the bathtub for an hour. Lavana was seated on a wooden stool beside the bath, singing a comforting siren melody to him. Doctor Alstein fed Phoenix three white pills and then left the bathroom to rest on the couch in the chamber. This illness was from a dark wiz bloods curse. It was rare and in the past, it had no cure. But his late teacher found the cure and he, being the successor, was taught the cure. He never thought he’d see a live victim one day. …

A noise coming from Divan has us both running towards the bed, and my eyes widen by what I was seeing. I watched in awe as a brilliant light enveloped Divan. His body trembled, his features twisted in pain, as the darkness fought to maintain its hold. A surge of hope surged through me as I saw his features soften, his frowns seem to ease, and his fingers unfurled from their vise-grip. It was as if he was battling the very essence of his nightmares, defying the curse that had held him captive for far too long. But then he lets out a bloodcurdling growl that causes Celeste to scream and she falls back while looking up at him with horror. “...has him; it has him ensnared in darkness…. Needs a l

Let teeth fall out, and hair turn white, Let fever burn them every night. Their minds shall fade, their eyes grow blind, No peace, no joy, no rest to find. Their cries will echo in the dark, As shadows leave a lasting mark. They'll beg for help, they'll scream in vain, But nothing stops the rising pain. This curse I send, it shall not miss, My blood, my voice, I seal with this." As he finished the chant, Bruce threw a pinch of dark powder into the flame of the nearest candle. The flame turned black for a moment, and a low hiss echoed through the attic.

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.