Achilles Curse Novels & Stories

I muttered out loud to myself, oblivious of my humming pendant. I felt my eyes become teary and my throat dry but I couldn't stop now. This is the only chance I will ever have to pour out my heart “While others found their mates and got their wolf gifts, I felt left out and like something was wrong with me. I never got to hunt with the pack, run in the forest, or experience transformation. All I could do was watch from the sidelines as everyone else figured things out. I started to believe that I was cursed and decided to give up hope of ever connecting with my wolf, finding my mate or falling in love. The incident with my brother only reinforced my decision to give up. I thought there was n

Chaos buzzed through the room when Marco cut in, cool and steady. "There's one way to survive." Heads whipped his way. Alfonso nearly jumped out of his skin. "What is it? Say it!" Marco kept it slow. "The curse started when our ancestor messed with that princess. If Dario spends a night on his knees at her remains, repenting, the symptoms will ease up. "He won't get his function back, but he'll live—long enough for you to hunt down another girl with the gene."

His protest cut off in a strangled sound, his whole body seizing before going slack again. Fear clawed up my throat. “Raven, talk to me. Please.” His head dropped forward, his voice rough, broken. “It’s the curse.” The words sliced through me. He had told me once, in fragments, about it—the curse that bound his bloodline. The reason his love was a death sentence. Never to love without dying. I hadn’t understood then. I hadn’t wanted to. But now— “You’re saying…” My voice faltered. “Because you—because you love…”

My senses exploded. I could hear the wings of moths. Smell the dew clinging to the grass. I could feel the heartbeats of those walking nearby in the pack square. Everything was… alive. More alive than I’d ever known it could be. I rose to my knees, shaky and gasping. My hands were still human, but filled with something deeper now. Something wild. Zorry hummed beneath my skin, a protective presence. Her thoughts tangled with mine, her instincts sharpening mine, "The curse they feared… it was never a curse. It was me. Hiding. Waiting. Watching."

The memory of the Moonstone’s curse still haunted them, and Asher’s words only fed the fire. “Who knows?” Asher shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets. “But after returning from the Ghost Forest, I can’t deny curses exist.” He turned and walked away, his steps unhurried, his presence leaving a lingering unease behind. Just before disappearing down the hall, his eyes flicked briefly to me. Everyone began whispering among themselves, voices buzzing with speculation. Some insisted Cassius had been struck down by a curse as punishment for his intrusion and violation of the forbidden chambers.

"If I die, then what is the importance of this conversation? You can simply say it in the presence of others. You asked for confidentiality because you have something for me that others can't hear," His face was shadowed by certain sobriety, one mask that I never saw coloured his long, brooding face. He sniffed and all that was gone, "See, that is what makes you the most promising out of your sisterhood. Arrogant, yet sharp." He taunts. "I assume obtaining the cure was not an easy feat," I said, paying no mind to his false flattery. "Aye," he pulled a stool from the corner to sit beside the wooden bed I lie in. "They call it Acoenite assi in the old tongue. Most of the common folk residing i

“Cum ambo partes meminerint se olim unum fuisse, maledictum frangetur sicut vitrum sub lunae luce.” “Only when both halves remember they were once whole,” Leonidas says, voice dropping to a near-whisper, “will the curse shatter like glass under moonlight.” He closes the book gently, but doesn’t set it aside. Instead, he places it between us on the table again, open to that last page he read from. We both sit in silence that wraps around us like a thick cloak as we try to make sense of what he just read. What curse is it referring to?

It was the mateless curse that Preston had told me about, so it was true that they were affected by the mateless curse. The mateless curse was one of the few curses that were generational, if a solve was cursed with the mateless curse, it would affect their entire lineage and the only person who could break the curse was the person who cursed them, if the person died, the curse can never be broken, it was one of the cruelest things to curse a wolf with. I was reading through the book, when I started hearing footsteps, walking towards the study, I hurriedly placed the book back in the process, and I mistakenly knocked some files off the table.

“My father sold me off to a slave merchant in order to pay his debt. He doesn't care what happens to me. I don't want to go back.” Another silence ensued between us. “In that case," Alpha Leonidas continued. "I'll tell you what my curse is.” My ears were opened. He was finally going to reveal what his curse was. Leonidas began. “My curse is the curse of death. After three years, my mate dies.” I stiffened in raw shock. “That's right,” Alpha Leonidas said, his eyes heavy. “It's my curse. The mate bond between my mate and I, is like a thread of death. By the third year, it snaps in twos, and my mate winds up dead.”

The blue moon packs shine came by the polish of their own blood . It wasn’t the lineage which was cursed , it was the pack who was cursed for their heinous crime done . The child alpha never got the love , after that .Not of mate nor even of parents . But every heir of alpha Simon who was the one to be cursed , took the responsibility of curse . With all their hearts and soul . From childhood they knew about the curse and were prepared for the same . The three generation already suffered from it . Its now the fourth generation , the alpha Marcus who is trying the same , to find his mate .