A Curse So Dark And Lonely Series Novels & Stories

It is definitely nothing like A Beautiful Secret, this book contains supernatural substance and I guarantee this book will keep you glued to it as you accompany our protagonist on her dark journey to find hope and peace, on her journey to find restoration of lost glories, of things stripped away from her. Oh! I'm so excited to begin this. I really hope you enjoy it. ✓Thank you all very much. Without further ado, I give you Bound By The Erstwhile Chains. Enjoy!... LARAMIE...

I answered her but she's still surprised that I'd know this random scripture. Based in here, this creatures are cursed by the first king itself Henry Velry. A curse spell that's been set upon those who wronged his majesty. Called the divine punishment that all of them feared. A curse for immortality that contains many abilities. At first it was considered a blessing and not a punishment but as the time went by all things had changed. Flesh eating beast that killed tons of human. An organization decided to extinguish each and everyone of them. But failed due to the fact that they were too powerful for them. But instead of backing down they observed on finding out their true weakness that they

What if the girl gets suspicious? But, unexpectedly, Leona just nodded her head with a smile. Allowing William to heave a sigh of relief. Turns out she didn't really think much of Ethan's rambling words. "Let's go!" William said then walked out of the dining room. Without waiting any longer, Ethan immediately followed his cousin. Until Leona was alone in the room. Leona chuckled, "A wolf? That suits him. His personality is quite similar to that of a wolf. His aura is scary, his gaze is sharp, and don't forget, he likes meat," Leona muttered before shoving the food into her mouth casually.

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.

At the hands that had just touched a man who immediately died. "I don't know what happened," I whispered. "I swear I don't know." "Then we'll figure it out together," Soren said. "Starting tomorrow." "Tomorrow?" I asked. "Yes, tomorrow.” Dante said. "Tonight, you sleep alone," "Far away from everyone else." "In case the curse works through proximity," Soren added. "Tomorrow we start testing, and we keep testing until we understand exactly what you are." The way he said 'what you are' instead of 'who you are' made my blood run cold.

Instead, she cut her wrist and as the drops fell on the earth, she said these words. “I, Sabrina Weston, curse you Lightning Sauron, son of Lucifer Sauron, never to feel the bond of a mate, never to be humane to women. The beast shall not depart from you. I curse you to be worse than your father!” I believed she was babbling and killed her nevertheless. I swallowed and turned to my mother with cold and mean eyes. “No.” I walked away. “Why didn’t you fucking tell her?!” Blaze lashed out at me.

Whatever fragile hope of peace this meeting was meant to build is gone, crumbling like ash between my fingers. All that’s left are wolves glaring at me with murder in their eyes. All that’s left is the bond thrumming louder than ever, wild and undeniable, reminding me with every breath that Ronan Draven’s life is mine and mine is his. The last sound that cuts through the chaos, through the whispers and growls and the pounding in my ears, is a single word rolling like thunder across both packs: “Cursed.” It doesn’t matter who says it first. It doesn’t matter who echoes it after.

Below them, the people knelt, whispering prayers to the new gods — not of darkness, not of light, but of balance. And in that moment, Elara knew: the curse was gone, the gods had fallen, and peace — fragile and breathtaking — had been reborn under a new dawn. The moon gave one final shimmer before fading into the sunrise. Its last blessing, silent and eternal. And the world finally, finally began to live again. THE END. Author’s Note. To everyone who stayed with Cursed by the Dark Prince from the very first page to this final one — thank you. This story began as a whisper in the dark, a tale of love clawing its way through shadow and flame, and it became something far greater than I imagined

Lucian looks at the space around them, the threshold that is not place but is real, the between where the bond runs its complete current and the merged soul's occupation does not reach. "Power was never your curse," Araya says, the words quiet and carrying the weight of something that has been true since before Lucian was born and is being named here for the first time with the full weight of what it means. "You were born with more power than any wolf or vampire or Direwolf in living memory. That was always going to be true whether you accepted the chalice or not." She holds Lucian's gaze. "The curse was the loneliness. The belief that the power required you to be alone with it. That carryin

The fortress stood in eerie silence after the Revenants’ second assault. Smoke curled through shattered arches, and ash coated the mosaic floors once bathed in golden light. Elizabeth lay in the infirmary, her body still glowing faintly, her breathing shallow. Though the curse had been partially purged, the remnants coiled around her soul like a patient serpent, waiting. Lucian watched over her, unblinking. “Where’s the cure?” he growled to the court healer, an ancient wolfess named Meridia.