Am I Cursed By God Novels & Stories

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.

He let out in his usual deep voice feeling ecstatic remembering how helpless and vulnerable she looked last night. The memories of her cursing him entered his mind many times but all he did was scoff in the end. There is no God. And there is nothing like a curse in this world. He was confident that nothing can harm Waynes. He is Sebastian Wayne the most powerful bachelor in this country. He doesn't need to worry about such petty emotional curses. "Now it's better to leave them alone." Smith voiced out to which Sebastian nodded absent-mindedly. "Of course." He mumbled finishing his toast and taking a last sip of his coffee.

I said moving backward and placing my hand in front of me. "Shout, you say. Remember that you are nothing but a hybrid werewolf with a bloody scent cursed by the goddess herself to all the inhabitants of this pack. No one will come to your rescue. They will think it's a good thing that you're gone." He said moving closer, his eyes were red. I moved backward and my back came in contact with the wall. He immediately placed his hand on the wall, beside me. I was trapped.

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

I roared back. “You see, my son. Humanity is a disease. We inherited this disease from the moon Goddess. The curse in Astrid is the cure to this disease. When the curse is fully awakened, I will channel it; it will be the key to Immortality. The entire generations of wolves will see me as the one and true Alpha God, and they shall all worship me. “You will destroy her,” I sobbed

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

"Oh darling. Even if you weren't looking for trouble, trouble will still find you because you are cursed." I looked up to her, my teeths itching to speak. "Oh don't fucking look at me like that. Do you think it's normal for a girl to be madly in love with her brother and want to badly have sex with him? You may think it's sexy but I am telling you now that it's only happening because you are cursed and the sooner you accept it, the better it will be for you." I could hear the mummurs in the crowd and I loathed every sound of it. It itched my body, making me to want to run to a corner and hide.

“You’ve heard it too, haven’t you? What did it say? Does it tell you to do things? I don’t trust it. I mean, who would trust an ominous voice that can only speak through fire?” A snarl ripped itself from his throat. He lunged, shoving me against the door hard enough to make me grunt. “What are you trying to get at, mortal? Who the fuck do you think you are asking questions of me, a God?” Every word was coated in thick venom, oozing with poison that stabbed me right in the chest. “Why don’t you do us all a favor and break my curse? I’ll personally escort you back to your pathetic family.” He spat, “I don’t want you here, and once Azrael gets you in his bed, he won’t either.”

I thought to myself, then I said to him, “ Good, it's okay to have a change once in a while.” We walked deep into the forest in silence, enjoying the quiet around us. After that weird moment when I saw my mother, I hadn't had a chance to relax when another piece of information hit us: the curse wasn't just a curse; it was artificial. Greed brought something that no one could control. Now, generation after generation is paying for it. Something that keeps bothering me is why I don't share the curse? Does being the Goddess's favorite play a role in that? So many questions with no one to answer.