Born To Love Cursed To Feel Novels & Stories

If the Goddess heard you. If your heart was true. She closed her eyes and whispered. “I curse this day,” she said, voice steady, bitter. “Zara. Ethan. You broke me. You used me. Seven years of my life—I gave them, and you spit on it.” Her fingers tightened around the dirt. “May the child in her womb stay inside her for seven years. And when it is born, may it be cursed. May it never find love.” The words cut her mouth like glass, but she said them anyway.

Not dismissal. Just grief. “Then maybe that’s why you can stop him.” She hugged her knees to her chest, resting her cheek on her arms. “He was born from betrayal. Made from it. Every scar, every fracture—his curse didn’t come from a spell. It came from love lost. From rejection. From abandonment. That’s why the Hollowing chose him.” “Because it saw someone already broken,” Silas murmured. She nodded again. He added, “Then maybe that’s what it’s looking for now.”

Because love is the one thing I have never been allowed to trust. Love can be taken. Love can be cursed. Love can die. Kael fears it. I feel it in him, even when he doesn’t speak it. His curse has taught him that love is a grave waiting patiently. And I… I have spent my whole life believing I was unlovable. What happens when those two broken truths collide? My wolf presses closer, warmer now. We heal. I swallow hard. “I don’t know how,” I admit. By staying. By fighting. By being seen.

I wanted to say, well more like gloat, but I kept that information to myself. “A really angry creature. You almost killed the love of my life.” I could feel her essence slowly drifting away, but then she whispered. “Curseth Murseth.” I felt my body go limp and I dropped her instantly. I looked at my hands and saw that they had turned an ugly shade of purple. I was cursed, of that I was sure of. And it hurt, it hurt so bad. I felt like my entire body was giving up on me, so much so that my legs gave way to the floor.

"Mate, how can you say this? Can't you feel our bond, my every being craving for your scent and your touch? I'm dying to feel you, can't you? The girl stared at him as her life depended on his answer. "Sorry, I don't know what feeling; what bond are you talking about? I'm not feeling anything, so don't mislead everyone; I already found my soulmate." Ellis turned his gaze to Belle; his distant look turned gentle in a second as if he was a different person. Jealousy rose in the girl's heart; she wanted to kill the person who was getting what belonged to her, She suddenly turned and looked at the person who was just a little behind her; without a second delay, she grabbed Belle through her thro

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