Achilles Curse Novels & Stories

“Where I control myself.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “This is where you came… that night?” “Yes.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Why does it happen to you…What's the beast they talk about?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s a curse. When it happens, it demands blood. The only good thing is that it makes me stronger in battle. Deadlier. But it also takes from me…eats me slowly” She stepped closer to me. “Then why did it take over when we were kissing?”

Without casting a spell, she just gestured her fingers and a heavy gust of wind came clearing them out of her sight, separating their parts from their body. When she reached home she doses off, her body was really weak. By the time she woke up in the morning, her body has aged a few years, and this made her freaked out. Later she discovered that it was her curse, the price of using magic for her was aging. She spent years researching how to reverse the side effect but nothing worked so she embarked on a quest of finding others who were cursed like her.

Not two like the curse demanded of his people, a curse no one could deny. Long ago, or so legend claimed, the jealousy of a pair of warriors led to the death of a maiden, which in turn, invoked a curse on their people. From that moment on, for any hope at happiness and children, matings required two males and a stolen bride. Sometimes, Acat wondered if there was a scientific explanation for why his people were cursed in such an odd way, but his questions were met with shocked stares.

"Few days back it was just at the shoulder and now it's down to his spine." "A curse." Grandma said while trailing his hand over the scar. "What?" Nathan and physician said in union. "It's a curse. A bonding curse." "Bonding curse?" Nathan asked while turning away and hissed. "Yes. There many types of bonding curse, mate bonding curse, family bonding curse, relation bonding curse, child bonding curse and many more." Grandma bent down to take a clearer view. "What type of curse is this and why?" Nathan said desperately. "Does it hurt?" Grandma asked and Nathan shook his head.

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

Just Darius. “You think I care what you call it?” he whispered, breath against my ear, cold as death. “Call it rape. Call it whatever you want. You belong to me, thief.” He pulled out, and I gasped—more from the burn than the release. I felt it against my thighs—hot, wet, sickening. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Not until he laughed. “Well, it works,” he said, amused, like he’d just confirmed a theory. “Me inside you. It keeps the curse at bay.”

I wasn’t able to control myself anymore as the pain started to pinch me again. “Achilles will never cheat, Jada.” “Oh sorry but I’ve witnessed it with my two eyes, Caleb.” “No, it was probably just a misinterpretation…” “Stop covering him up. If you think I’ll believe you then…” “That woman is Catalina. Achilles’ childhood best friend, Jada.One of the reasons why Achilles hated women, not only because of his mom... ” "Catalina is his first love."

They only focus on their worldly feelings. I want to tie and then beat them but I don't seem to have the strength to do it. My whole body trembled with rage and my knees went weak at what I discovered. I don't know what I did wrong to make them do this to me. They betray me. I thought the support and love they gave me were real and honest, but it turned out to be a sham.

Thessaly did not answer immediately. This was its own answer. "Thessaly," I said. "The curse is accelerating," she said. "It has been for the last several years. The rate at which it frays the bond — it is not constant. It has been increasing." A pause that had weight in it. "If nothing changes, the bond will not survive another decade. Possibly less." Less than a decade. I looked at the pool. At my own reflection in it — small and still and looking back at me from the dark water with an expression I recognized as the expression I wore when I was working very hard to contain something large.

I took the wine that was in the bar and sat on the bar chair, thinking about what had happened in the morning. "If I wasn't destined to be the Alpha! Will this happen to me? How will I be able to retain my position if I am like this? How will I be able to retain my position if I am cursed not to see my mate?" I asked myself while pouring the glass cup inside my bottle. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I was just coming from the witch my mom took me to, she told me that I was cursed and that there was no way that I would be able to find out who my mate was.