Anubis Curse Novels & Stories

Once each new crescent, and my strength explodes with little care of what it destroys. The gate groaned as it was slowly opened, and a mouldy piece of bread was thrown at my feet. A pitiful gesture to the monster they’d been conditioned to see me as. My father, the infamous Alpha had thrown me in the dephts of the Seven Tower Gate, a prison inside the Organization’s clutches. To the world, Opal had died – a lie spun out of thin air to keep their eyes and ears away. The truth was far less heartwrenching- I was the result of a witch’s curse, a hex cast on my mother, the woman my father murdered when he destroyed Beacon Hill City. The curse had distorted my fate, making me a threat to anyone I

Carran mutters, rolling his shoulders, tense from this situation. I've seen his broadcasts, and he has been telling the public that this sickness will be contained shortly, although has avoided mentioning where it has come from. No one wants to hear that an ancient Alpha has escaped his tomb and unleashed a deadly curse... “I know. And I’m scared my friend and I will be next,” I tell him. “I don’t want anyone else to die.” He smiles, wide and broad. “So you’ve agreed to work with me.” I shudder. I wish he wouldn't say it like that...

She died on the spot. In this life, Sally decided to switch paths early and made preparations ahead of time. So she wasn't as vicious toward me as she had been before. Even then, she still failed. Because she never expected me to uncover the truth. Sally refused to accept it. "So what if you figured it out? No one can break the curse. The only person who knew how is dead. Kyla, you're still going to die by my hand in this life." I didn't say a word. I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm.

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.

“My Lord, my Lord!” Maru ran back inside, nearly tripping over the stone steps. “This fool,” Anubis muttered under his breath, his golden eyes narrowing. “What is it?” He raised a brow, his voice low and dangerous. “She’s here,” Maru gasped, trying to catch his own breath. “I know,” Anubis said with a snort, his gaze fixed ahead. “I already sensed her.” His fingers flexed, golden sparks dancing along his knuckles, anticipation and annoyance mingling in his expression.

The Crescent Oak Pack. But their Alpha and Luna just welcomed their first son, and I didn’t want to invade their first week with their newborn. I lean my forehead against the cool tile and close my eyes. The water helps to ease the tension that had started to creep back in. I hate everything about tomorrow except the good it usually does for the pack. I take one last swig of the whiskey and step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. My room feels too quiet as I walk back in.

‘Because if I had forced my way through to stop him…’ My wolf’s voice trembled from fear. ‘He would have strangled us both to death right then and there.’ I froze, my breath catching in my throat. “What…?” ‘You were too terrified to ask Zarius for the truth, Evelise,’ she whispered, her presence recoiling in panic. ‘So let me tell you.’ “No… no, please, stop. I don’t want to hear this—” ‘The curse isn't just dark magic, Evelise. It’s an ancient, destructive entity—a primordial wolf named Azrael, bound to Zarius.’

Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise. Even now, as he casually leaned against the vending machine, pretending to be just another pretty intern with slightly mystical hair, his thoughts were spiraling delightfully into mythical gossip and dangerous curiosity. The story, according to Shu—and a few gossipy thunder spirits—went like this: Nexus, the land god before his sudden disappearance, had tamed something that should not have been tamed. A primal, ancient beast. One of the original calamity spirits. A Fenrisúlfr.

“You ever heard of a thing called the curse of the rogue?” Annalise reached out to touch Maise’s power, but withdrew her hand quickly. “That’s… that’s not -” “That’s purity,” I confirmed. “The purity of her thoughts and intentions at every step of her life. Physically, I have tainted her, but even that was not enough to dispel her goodness. The consumption and theft of purity is the strongest form of energy for you succubi and incubi, correct?” She nodded, awestruck. “I accept, but not for you. This - she…”

“Wait… what did you just say?” His gaze swept over us, sharp, piercing. “Centuries ago, it was foretold: our land would be cursed by the Wicked, and two boys would arrive from a distant realm. One would break the curse, the other would fight to preserve it. Mortal enemies, bound to the fate of this world.” Carter and I exchanged a glance—best friends, inseparable. Then back at the hooded figure. “That’s impossible, sir,” I said. “We’ve known each other forever. Nothing could turn us against one another. We’re not part of your prophecy.”