A Curse So Dark And Lonely Series Novels & Stories

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She gasped too as soon as she did. "The Solutions to all my curses," Rendall read aloud. "Flip through it and find ours," Helia said eagerly and Rendall began to do what she had asked me to. He flipped through the pages carefully until he stumbled on a heading. "The Destined Curse of The Werewolves and Werelions," Helia read aloud. "Destined Curse?" Rendall asked and they both looked at each other. They looked back at the book and frowned. "You've got to be kidding me," Helia frowned. The page they were both looking at was torn. The only thing that was left was the heading.

Those years of waiting for his arrival never seem to end. It’s been five years now. The alpha is yet to be found, neither could Imogen find a way to lift the curse nor did she forget how Braylon was swallowed by a dark shadow right in front of her eyes. She is yet to discover what that shadow was. And she will stop at nothing to look for a way to lift the curse. ***

The one that promises doom and destruction. "I have never seen a curse like this." The oldest witch at the time made that observation, unweaving the curse that had been planted in my blood, letting it grow in my veins along with me and my strength. The stronger I get, the darker the blood gets and the more the curse and I become one. They said we had one solution, to find my mate and mate with her, they'll try and use her blood to break the curse. That is the only option and now I need my mate to do this before I completely lose myself.

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

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.

she thought, bitterly sigh, “I can't able to see the light or anything that is contain life. Though I wonder if she able to do so?” She turn away, for the first time reveal the sweetest smile ever. She said, “That rotted child... I wonder if she'll hidden while the death is reveal to the world? Then the curse will be the mightiest... and will awaken the slumbering existence!”

She ran her index finger along Sienna’s face and continued, “You; my Luv never died…” What Serena said made sense to Sienna. Rubbing her forehead, she muttered, “I never felt like I died either… technically I don’t know what death feels like but it just felt like me when I found myself here… I felt cold, lonely, and claustrophobic…” Serena was impressed by her analysis and decided to give her a bit of more information. “When Alaric refused my proposal three years ago, I was furious. So, I cursed him.” Walking around Sienna in circles, she continued, “Eventually, I realized that he won’t be mine even if his mate died. So, I twisted the curse so that his mate is trapped in my prison.”

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.