Captive Curse Novels & Stories

The captain's smile was chilling, his words dripping with disdain. "The curse is your destiny," Captain Marcus Drago declared. "Some fates cannot be escaped." His confidence was unnerving, a poison that threatened to seep into their minds. But Amelia refused to let it take hold. She glanced at Gabriel, at Lucas, saw the fire in their eyes. They were not beaten, not yet.

The figure on the roof had disappeared, repositioning, not retreating. My options were limited and shrinking by the second. I could make a stand here, try to take down as many as possible before they overwhelmed me. I could run and try to lead them away from the library, away from Ember. Or I could do what the curse wanted, what it had always pushed me toward: capture her and bring her to Malagar. I flexed my fingers, feeling the weight of my knife, the reassuring pressure of the gun at my hip. The mark burned hotter, sensing the proximity of its creator's other servants.

Only to made kashvi understand that mermaids don't exist anymore Varun had to jump in the water with the camera to record everything underwater. After coming out from the water Varun had shown her camera that there are some fish but not any kind of mermaid to which kashvi felt embarrassed plus sad for being a fool by her cousins to which Varun had said her that she is too innocent that's why she has two brothers to rescue her away from any danger. " Please Varun and Kabir bro.. please rescue me this time also " kashvi mumbled while running her fingers over the portrait with tears streaming down her eyes.

If there was someone knowledgeable enough of them, it would only be Petra. “During the early years after the first captivity, there were also rumors,” Petra continued, “about the blood drinker’s weakness.” I bit the insides of my cheek as I anticipated the rest of the words that Petra would say. “It was yielded by a witch under twelve full moons, drenched in the blooms of vain, and bathed in the blood of the Great White.”

“I don't know. I can't reveal me to her yet, until she's strong enough to withstand this world of ours. And I can only help her by getting closer to her. Help her get stronger and train her. Only after then I can tell her, then get a cure for this curse once and for all.” Camper raised a brow questioningly. He was getting what he wanted to hear already. He had always known Dakar was not totally free from that curse. But he wanted to hear him say it. So he had devised a strategy to just make his friend talk, after showing him that he knew enough already. That way, Dakar would think he already knows a lot—why hide little from him again? “The curse. It's not fully broken. Dojo is still here. St

Kat pressed a foot against her slender throat, just shy of crushing her windpipe entirely. "I admire your spirit, if not your sense," she purred down at the choking girl. "But you belong to me now. Accept your fate, omega. You're nothing but a disgrace to werewolves." She removed her foot, letting the omega gulp air. Then she dragged her captive up by the hair and marched her forcefully outside to join the others. They flinched away, bound and trembling. Kat's mouth twisted. Pathetic indeed. But their feeble nature served her designs now.

Petra, Zack, and Ken were summoned inside the room where Dr. Rowan and Violet were. Dr. Rowan began to explain what was going on, "the curse Violet has is called the curse of the dark mamba, giving the affected person an extraordinary sense in exchange for their original one". He continued, "in Violet's case it is her sight which has been taken but in return, she has been given the special sight of auras that gives her a 360-degree vision and no blind spot."

F*ck, I’m losing it in here. I resisted the desire to pull my dress off me, along with everything under, and go over to them, suck each of their needing d*cks till they became sore. ‘Like that’s possible.’ The temperature continued rising and I cursed whoever was behind the controls. ‘I think you should take it easy with curses. Don’t you remember what happened last time?’ The curse. The council said it was my curse that made them sterile. It was scary to think that it could be true.

"The curse isn't from my mother. Well, it was gotten through her but it wasn't from her. A greater force made her do it. But, what force is it?" "It doesn't make too much sense," Rendall said and Helia nodded in agreement. "Yes, it doesn't. If the curse isn't from my mother, then who is it from and why did the person curse Khron and Wulfe?" ******************** "Where are they?" Alpha Janus thundered as soon as a warrior walked into his room. "We haven't found them," the warrior replied and Alpha Janus snarled at him. "What do you mean? There are so many of you searching for two were-creatures. The other is just a female and you're telling me this? Are you all warriors or losers?"

Carlisle’s gaze sharpened. “They’ve hidden poison capsules behind their back molars. The instant they realize they’re about to be taken alive, they bite down.” Sylas clicked his tongue in frustration. “I tried stopping one before he could do it.” “I wasn’t fast enough.” His irritation was obvious. “Whoever planned this thought of everything.” His voice turned even grimmer. “It gets worse.” “They’re cursed.” Carlisle’s expression hardened. “What kind of curse?” “A kill-switch.”