Born To Love Cursed To Feel Novels & Stories

Only a true phoenix could break the curse no matter how many years go by; here it is, “The one to break the curse was born with no family but yet makes one with little to no help. This person has a pure heart but also has pain. One who will learn more and give back more than receive more, tortured and beaten, mistreated for being nothing more than a half-ling but befriends more creatures than anyone could know. Learn to adapt to those around you; you will know who you are because we are similar then they may think. Fear for loved ones shows three sets of wings that go well with our bat ears. Welcome to the new age!” Closing the book, I recite the curse, “The one to break the curse was born w

The sparks, the electric jolt I didn’t want to admit affected me. Ian’s words came back to me, haunting and irritating. ‘If you want to break the curse, she has to love you.’ Love? I scoffed at the thought… Would she ever love someone like me? Someone as broken as me. Cursed. I pictured her again… Her wide, defiant eyes. The subtle tremble in her voice when she spoke to me. The way her scent clung to my skin long after she left. I groaned, my eyes shutting in frustration as my pants grew tighter. The ache was sudden in my crotch growing every minute.

Not memory or imagination, but genuine presence made possible by the thinning of veils between life and death, the blurring of boundaries that happened in sacred spaces where love persisted beyond mortality. "I thought I had forgotten how to love," I whispered to the night, to the tree, to the presence I could feel but not see. "When the curse took me, when I became a monster, I thought love had been burned out of me, replaced by something twisted and terrible that wore love's name but was really just possessive hunger."

[SIN’S EULOGY] I am cursed. I have been cursed to never find love. It is a curse placed on me by God to forever live my life in bitterness and loneliness. It is the price I have to pay for waging war against Him and leaving the Heavens behind. I am sorry I dragged you into this mess. I am sorry you had to suffer with me, November. And because of this, I will let you rest. I will not reincarnate you this time. I will not put you through this rivalry and madness again. It is hard to let you go, but I know it is what I need to do.

Last night, he did everything like pulling up every file he can find about Lucille Cales after his boss told him about it. He had heard about the reincarnation of the Immortal dragon’s true love from his great-grandfather before but he didn’t know that he will ever meet one in his lifetime. It was because they said that her last reincarnation had been so long already and a few from their generations didn’t even get to meet her. And yet, here she is, standing close to her. Like the stories he had heard, she was indeed beautiful. To be honest, he was very much nervous to address her but he was trying his best to act like usual. Sir Valentino wasn’t acting like usual since last night and even s

Almost like if he’s afraid. ‘Alright, it’s like this. As a newborn, my curse was centred on, ah—’ He winces. ‘Sorry, there’s just no other way to phrase it: I was more or less limited to virgins—purity in a very archaic sense of the word. I still am, sort of, but the curse worsened when I stopped being a newborn.’ I already knew this, more or less, but still I feel the un-vampire urge to blush. I swallow down my embarrassment and ask, ‘And how did it worsen?’

Whiskey, vodka, rum—he ordered them all, filling the table with glasses of liquid oblivion. One by one, he downed them, the burning sensation in his throat a faint echo of the fire in his chest. His stomach churned violently, and his pale face glistened with cold sweat as dry heaves wracked his frame. He thought of her again, the mute girl who would never return. How he longed to hold her, to beg for her forgiveness, to confess that he had loved her and only her. He would fall to his knees if that was what it took to make her come back.

“Every generation, it awakens in one who carries my blood. It waits for love strong enough to defy the gods.” Her eyes flicked to the horizon. “You found yours.” “Cole,” I said, breath catching. Her voice turned distant. “And for that, the curse has found you.” I shook my head. “No. We can end it. We’ll find a way.” The woman’s eyes shimmered. “You cannot break what was born of love. You can only choose how it ends.” The ground began to shake. The fog thickened into vines, twisting around her form, dragging her down.

He swallowed hard and asked, "But why am I still alive?" Carole looked at him and approached him. He took both her hands and said, "I think you are the cure of that curse. True love saves both of you!" Arosh couldn't believe it and he was confused. "Me?" "We tried so many cures and drugs to cure his illness. But we didn't succeed. Hate is a curse and the opposite of a curse is cure, and that is you ... You never curse someone you really are Beloved. Love makes the world go round; most of us wouldn't be here without it. I believe in the end, because of the love in your heart the curse will release Kevin. "

“The curse existed before you were born. Ma Felicia weaponized it. The men chose their bargains willingly.” “But it feeds through me.” Her silence hurt worse than words. I staggered backward slowly toward the shattered bookshelf. The room suddenly felt suffocating. I thought about my children reaching for me in dreams. About Shay bleeding beside betrayal. About James dying before he could save me. About Lucian confessing he used me. About Julian disappearing into shadows. Love will ask for your life. My mother’s words echoed painfully inside my head now. Not metaphorically. Literally. The curse demanded love because love fed it.