Aphrodite Curses Novels & Stories

Hihi. "Well, Aphrodite's a jealous bitch and she doesn't want to be outweighed, especially if it's just a mere human. Of course, it will be an insult to her since she's a goddess. The goddess sent Eros to the young woman's bedchamber with a potion that would make all men avoid marrying her. As he enchanted Psyche with this potion, Eros accidentally poked her with one of his arrows, causing her to stir. He grew flustered, and accidentally poked himself as well, before sprinkling her with a potion to cause lifelong happiness." Waaaah, I can't contain my feels!

It was said that because he fell in love and proposed to a celestial goddess of the moon, Selene— he was cursed to never walk under daylight again by the celestial god of the sun (also known as the celestial god of light, oracles, knowledge, healing, diseases, music, poetry, songs, dance, archery, herds and flocks, and protection of young), Apollo, out from jealousy. Then in order to become immortal to live with Selene, he went to the underworld and made a deal to the celestial god of the underworld, Hades. However, to make that deal— he needs to give Hades the silver bow and arrows of the celestial goddess of the hunt, Artemis. Knowing that Ambrogio tried to steal her silver bow and arrows—

“That bitch has him under some sort of enchantment. I need someone else to do it for me. That’s the only way he’ll come back to me.” “Enchantment?” I shake my head again. “So, what do you want me to do about that? My magic is gone. I can’t reverse an enchantment. I used it all to create Kardiá tou Menae.” Aphrodite looks at me, contemplating her next words. “I want you to kill her. Bring me her head.” “Whoa! That escalated quickly.” Leticia quips. “You’re supposed to stall, Kas. Not set the crazy lady off!”

I tore through every mortal temple that worshipped that new goddess of love. I toppled her statues with my own hands. I kicked over her altars. I even offered my own blood to the Furies, begging them to call down the worst curse they could on the two of them. But a mortal's struggle, in the eyes of the king of the gods, is the struggle of an insect. Aetheon didn't even bother to be angry. He issued one casual decree—it crushed my curse like nothing, and ordered every city in the world to build the new love goddess even grander temples.

Tens of thousands years ago, one discover something that shock the realities of the world... It lead the nation to a great change; affects throughout the world, the change brought a new beginning. The beginning of the curse... "This has to stop," a voice of a woman says, gentle rubbing the crystalize ball that twinkling about. She was place in the dark, only her voice reach the every corner of the room. "Tell me," a voice of man response, his voice gentle. Setting across the high-level throne that shone with bizzare gold, his lips parted as his eyes shone with strange light. "What it is you wish to conquer?"

I didn't want to die. We were in the woods somewhere. The alpha yanked me out of the trunk, shoved me into a tree trunk, and forced a kiss on my lips. "Good luck," he whispered, foul breath making me nauseous. "I doubt you'll last the night, and even if you do they'll kill you when they find you." "Alpha, we need to get back before the police show up or they're gonna think we have her."

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 The shift is instantaneous and total. One moment, Corvin is standing in the shadows; the next, he is an ancient, predatory force that makes the very foundation of the house seem to tremble. This isn’t just anger; it is the awakening of something dominant for centuries, a hunger and a hatred fused into a single, lethal intent.

"Because I found something at the Bodleian. Old texts from your time. Writings on spells, curses, witches. I have been working on them for days, trying to decipher them. And I think I have." He handed me a book, his notes marked in the margin. "I think what we felt when we kissed was not just us. It was the curse. Reacting to you. And to me." I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" He guided my eyes to the passage he had underlined and read, his voice low and steady. "It says: Only the kiss of true love, the union of fated souls, creates a ripple strong enough to shatter the curse." The words blurred. A cold that had nothing to do with the window crept up my spine. I let out a sudden, incredul

The Goddess’s voice like thunder: > “Love eternal shall be your gift and curse. Bound by blood, undone by betrayal. To break the chain — one heart must die by the other’s hand.” The vision shattered. Lila gasped, blinking back tears. The field was gone. Only the First Tree remained, blackened and cracked, its roots pulsing faintly with blue fire. Selene knelt before her, fading like mist. “Now you understand. The curse does not merely claim the body. It consumes the soul. It remembers through blood — through you.”

Her brow furrowed in concentration; her mind fully immersed in the ancient words that danced across the page. "The curse, cast by Selene's hand," Lucy's voice trembled, as if she herself could feel the weight of that fateful moment, "bound The Lycan Lord to an eternal struggle, cast to the underworld awaiting someone to summon him." The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of an unending torment that echoed through the ages. The thought of such suffering, of being eternally ensnared in the clutches of despair, stirred an ache deep within my chest.