Ao3 Author Curse Novels & Stories

When he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of Carmen sitting on the couch, reading a book. Once she saw Evan, she held her arms open. Her voluptuous body was slightly visible beneath her sheer nightgown. Evan walked over to the couch and hugged her. He took a deep breath as he rested his head against her nape. "How did the autopsy go?" "The victim was a pitiful young woman. According to our preliminary findings, we suspect it's the work of an organ trafficking ring." Evan couldn't see Carmen's reaction, but as I was standing behind him, I could.

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…”

"Don't do it," he yelled. "Elara! Stop!" I wanted to, so I gave in to it... gladly letting the darkness take me with it. ****** She was wolfless, powerless, and marked as an outcast. He was born ruthless, powerful — an Alpha feared not just in the packs, but in the underworld where blood and power rule. When Elara discovers her fated mate is the man who destroyed her pack and crushed her world, her life begins to fall apart again. He should be her protector… but to him, she is nothing but a liability he cannot afford. But fate is merciless. They tried to fight it but their bond burns too fiercely to be ignored. Will Elara risk her heart and safety for the mate who ruined

She had spent over half of that time trying to create a cure with the help of the Aequivalere. The Aequivalere is an association of supernatural creatures that played referee, making sure that each species more or less behaved themselves and kept their existence hidden from the general human populace. Lily helped them stop the werewolf Xavier Thompson from creating more hybrids like her and all his other dark research and in exchange, she worked from them and they helped her research a cure, though so far they hadn’t gone far in all this time.

"I did not show you this to help you fight the Council, Lumira. I showed you because the blood curse that binds me recognizes the same binding in you. We are both prisoners of this place. And prisoners who share chains may learn to break them together." He reached out, his fingers tracing the brand on my wrist with a gentleness that belied his strength. The geas flared, but this time it did not burn. It hummed, in harmony with the cylinder, in harmony with the curse that lived in Riven's blood. For a moment, the bindings spoke to each other. And I heard, faint but clear, the voice of the Author. Not yet, it whispered. The story is not yet ready for freedom. I pulled away. The voice faded. Bu

"She's so hideous, she's not even fit to carry my shoes! "Mom, Dad, if you'd force me to marry someone, I'd pick Ruby over her any day. Ruby's got the curse-breaker destiny, too!" I knew his little performance was all about getting the green light to marry Ruby. In my previous life, I had stopped Sean from marrying Ruby. "My sister can't lift your curse, Sean. I'm the only one who can." That had hit a nerve, and Sean had exploded with rage. My parents had called me manipulative, accusing me of stealing my sister's guy right out in the open.

The hooded woman halted, frozen, she has been corned by two people, her enemies that wouldn't mind putting a hole in her heart, she gazed back and forth at each of them that were now having their both hands stretched wanting to jump on their prey, her, Shit, she cursed again, what was this? Would she be caught here, she has fought Renji and he was quite skilled, although she hasn't fought with mike, the aura he was emitting was enough to melt a soul, Ooh God, she whispered and shook her head slightly in frustration.

I just needed time to process everything. Once I reached my room, I locked my door carefully, walking to my bed like a zombie. I felt numb and weak all over. The head maid was right — he might be cursed. "Why." I screamed out loud, collapsing on the bed. Why do I only attract men that are not normal? The only thing I craved was to just live a life like every other she-wolf, even though I am an Omega. Am I cursed by fate itself, or has the moon goddess refused me happiness?

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.