Ao3 Author Curse Novels & Stories

Her people deserted her, saying she was a disgrace to them because high priestesses were above marriage, they were forbidden from getting married, or even having a child. They were lenient with Avery, they didn’t stop her when they noticed that she was seeing Edward because she was outstanding in her lessons. They never thought it would distract her. Avery, not knowing the outcome of her baby’s race, laid a curse on all the werewolves. They were stuck in their wolf form until the full moon when they’d be free from the curse and become humans. Avery faced the shame, luckily with the support of some high-ranked witches, she wasn’t dethroned. She bore her child, a hybrid of werewolf and witch.

I buried my face in my hands and the metal scent of blood made me gag. What have I done? She was never supposed to see that side of me. Never. But she had. And now she’d never look at me the same way again. The curse. That damn curse. I had lived with it for so long, it had become second nature. But tonight? Tonight it reminded me that it owned me. I leaned my head back against the wall, blinking water out of my eyes. I was cursed by the Moon Goddess herself.

The stench of stale urine hovered thickly in the air, but all I could focus on was her calm expression, her perfect hair, her steady breathing. “What do you mean?” The words slipped out of me in a whisper that felt too small, too broken. “Adrian is my mate. He would never—” Nina tilted her head, the corners of her lips lifting with a cruel ease I had never seen before. “Does it make sense,” she said slowly, as though speaking to a child, “that the future Alpha marries a cursed woman?” Heat rushed to my ears. The curse. My curse. It had appeared barely two hours ago—burning into my thigh like a punishment from the gods. I hadn’t even processed it. I still believed it would fade. That someone

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

the man cursed, "she escaped. ASHLEY The worst day of my life began when I find out that the boy that took my virginity by force was my soulmate, as if that was not enough I caught him kissing my own mother, The woman that gave birth to me. My life couldn't have been any worse than it already is. I started loathing the alpha's son the day he lured a sixteen years old me into the basement of his grand father's house and have his way with me, to state a fact, he wasn't that good looking, obviously not my type, but do I have a choice? What choice do I have when a nineteen years old alpha's son had me trapped between his strong arm, maybe bitting my tongue was a choice but it's not for me, the i

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Satisfaction sits well in Orav's heart, but still the fire was not extinguished. "This curse will last a lifetime. No greater power shall ever break it." The curse was completely bestowed. It is done. She released the moon's power. All of the joyous taste of it vanished, but she has never felt fulfilled. But the contentment was short-lived when she saw her Ara Mai, lifeless as her blood pooled on her body. There was a bite on her neck, a clean kill. Not far from her was the child, still covered with sheets. Knowing it would break her heart into pieces, she walk towards the child, every step weighs her down. The horror registered on her face as she took her moment to look at the babe. He had

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It was a puzzle, a living enigma, and somehow, that recognition stirred a different kind of awareness in me, one that made my chest tighten in curiosity rather than hunger. And then I caught it. The scent. Not Julian's, sharp-edged with arrogance, not even Rowan's, constant, loyal, seasoned with centuries of shared hunts and quiet battles—both laced with obsession because of my curse—but something subtler, more deliberate. Ashford carried a faint trace of it, almost imperceptible, earthy and measured, mingling with old parchment and ink, with the faintest whisper of rain on stone. It did not pull, did not press on my body as the curse did; it intrigued, teased, demanded my mind before my fle