Captive Curse Novels & Stories

Naro said, his voice trembling. Kael sat heavily in the chair, staring at the wound on his arm. His blood oozed black. Pure black—an abomination. But he was an alpha beast anyway. Slowly, the old man strode toward him, though carefully. When he saw Kael was back to normal again, he added, “The curse is awakening, and it’s getting stronger every single day. This is the only way, Alpha.” Kael shot up from the chair at once, ignoring his bleeding arm. He glared at Naro. “I’m not mating anyone, and that’s final. I’ll discard her when I’m done with her. I don’t need a mate to get rid of this damn curse.”

His breath comes out in tortured growls. The curse hisses through him, ancient and venomous: YOU BELONG TO ME. THE WOLF IS ONLY THE FIRST DOOR. YOU ARE THE LAST. My body jolts. Something cold and living wraps around my spine. It laughs. I choke on a scream. Cain staggers, dragging his own body backward, away from me, as if he’d rather tear himself apart than let the curse touch me. I crawl toward him. “Cain—let me in. Let me help.”

' Whips cracked rhythmically now, marking our skin red, each lash sending jolts that funneled the curse toward release. Tessa moaned loud, body trembling. 'Almost... oh gods, Silas!' Her walls spasmed, orgasm hitting her like a wave, pulling me over the edge. I buried deep, cum flooding her ass as we peaked together— ecstatic double release, bodies locked in the chains. In that moment, our daughter stirred, crawling somehow toward us, her tiny fangs bared. She latched onto my arm with a magical claiming bite, sharp and binding, drawing the curse into her like a sponge.

“If you bow your head today, you’ll spend the rest of your life dancing on Emily’s leash.” I froze, glancing at her almost without meaning to. Evelyn leaned closer, her breath warm and sweet against mine, a scent that made my composure slip. “Emily’s a Coyote princess. What she hates most is losing what she thinks belongs to her. If you compromise now, she’ll use it against you again and again. Do you really want to live forever under her thumb? Don’t worry—once the wedding pact deadline passes, she’ll come crawling back to you.”

A woman’s scream echoing through time: “The curse will choose. And it will destroy.” “Elora!” Joel’s voice broke through the storm in her head. His hands gripped her shoulders, anchoring her. His eyes blazed with desperation. “Stay with me. Don’t let him take you.” “I… I can’t stop it,” she gasped, tears streaking her face. “Joel, the curse—it’s alive.” Kerric stepped closer, his aura pressing down on them like a storm. His golden eyes glowed with triumph. “That’s right. Stop fighting, Elora. You belong to me.”

"I'm cursed" I clamped my hands over my mouth to prevent me from screaming. "What kind of curse?" I asked curiosity getting the best out of me. "I don't have human feelings, I can't be happy, I can't be sad, I can't fall in love, anything feelings, I don't have" What?! I almost cried for him as he spoke, how did he get cursed? Who did he offend? How does he cope? "Why are you telling me?" I asked.

“Yes. I can see that you are a prisoner too in this town. I can set you free, but you have to help me and my friend escape this hellhole.” “Haha, you don’t know what you’re saying young lady. If you release me now then I might bleed you dry right after my release.” “And who says I will unchain you before I make a deal with you, hmm?” She let out a confident sneer and her brows met at the middle. The bloodhunt contemplated for awhile what Chastine just said. He then revealed his current predicament to her, “I got cursed before I even came here. If you set me free from that curse, I might help you and your friend escape this town.”

The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it was thick, humming, full of something unseen pressing against her skin. Finally, the leader raised a hand. The air between them rippled, and a shape began to form—an image woven from mist and moonlight. Zara saw a wolf, black as night, its eyes molten gold. It was chained by something not metal, but shadow, its fur smoking where the restraints touched. “The curse you seek,” the leader said, “was forged in the heart of the Forgotten Vale. It binds not only the flesh, but the soul. Break the body, and the soul will remain bound. Break the soul, and the curse will scatter—but so will the one it binds.”

"We will stand united against your tyranny and find a way to free you from the curse that holds you captive." Swiftclaw's grin widened, revealing a row of sharp, menacing fangs. His voice dripped with cruel amusement as he spoke, each word a twisted melody in the air. "Free me? Oh, Marco, you underestimate the depth of my power. I am not bound by any curse. In fact, I revel in the darkness that courses through my veins."

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?