Charlotte Roselei Curse Novels & Stories

“As long as she’s wearing the necklace, I don’t see why not.” I nod slowly, then a pain radiates through my stomach. I clutch my stomach, and my mom pats my back. The pain radiates to my spine then my legs, as I topple over falling off the couch. “What’s happening?” I ask, praying it’s not what official death feels like, though I have to imagine it’s close. “Looks like Hazel found the spell.” The Goddess says cryptically. I glare up at her for more information, but she just smiles.

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.

I felt my mother fall, felt the earth soak up her blood. But she smiled. “You think this ends with me?” she whispered. Darkness surged from her body, laughing and twisting, shaping itself into something alive. “I curse your blood, ” she said, her voice breaking. “I curse your line. I curse your beloved bloodline to end no matter what. And I hope it is from my own bloodline. ” The curse laughed louder as it fully formed, eyes burning with promise. Kael’s father turned. A young boy stood behind him, wide-eyed but unflinching. Having the same silver eyes and looked like

“Then tell me, what are the signs we learned? The things someone feels when they meet their mate?” I signed dramatically, “A strong connection, the ability sensed the scent of their partner, and craving it so much, that they would be able to part with them, and once marked, the bond strengthens “Tessy, you’re overthinking things,” I said with a shrug. “It’s been two thousand years now since the moon goddess cursed the werewolf clan, do you really think she’d just lift the curse suddenly?” I wave my hand dismissively. “Yes, the moon goddess lifts the curse because she couldn’t stand watching our precious Mildred suffer for a crime she didn’t commit,” Tessy said dramatically, giggling.

She died on the spot. In this life, Sally decided to switch paths early and made preparations ahead of time. So she wasn't as vicious toward me as she had been before. Even then, she still failed. Because she never expected me to uncover the truth. Sally refused to accept it. "So what if you figured it out? No one can break the curse. The only person who knew how is dead. Kyla, you're still going to die by my hand in this life." I didn't say a word. I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm.

Chaos erupted in the live stream chat as a ghost hunter dropped a bombshell. [This is like some ancient curse, right out of the past. How is it popping up today?] He laid out the lore for us. [This curse, right? It's old news, like three thousand years old. Razcland was this tiny place, tucked away in the mountains. They were chilling until these invaders rocked up, trying to smoke them out with a big ol' fire.] [However, here's the twist: the attackers started bursting into flames themselves, totally out of the blue, leaving nothing behind. That's the dark magic the old books talk about!]

"Right now. Or we all die here." Rosalie fumbled for her phone with shaking hands, her breath coming in short, terrified bursts. I released him with a snarl and turned toward her, pure thirst driving every movement. She shifted in a desperate blur of fur and speed, fleeing into the safety of the house. Gilbert slammed a powerful fist into my face, the impact forcing me back a step. Blood trickled from my lip, but the pain only fueled the fire. "Control yourself, Levante. The curse is devouring you from the inside!"

I growled, trying to hide the fear I felt, but then it had melted into the anger that was brewing up in me. “And you're a descendant of the goddess if my witch is to be believed.” He smirked, sitting close to where I was seated. “Okay, and?” "And the only reason they think you to be a curse is because of the magical things that happened at your birth. The world was scared of so much power that you had to be a curse." Caleb sighed, looking really fascinated. "You and your sister were separated, and your mom died. You both should have been killed, but your mother worked something out."

Her thoughts tangled with mine, her instincts sharpening mine, "The curse they feared… it was never a curse. It was me. Hiding. Waiting. Watching." “What do you mean by that. I asked you earlier, but then you told me it was a spirit yet untapped.” My wolf laughed. I had always thought wolves were only known for brawls and growls. “You’re right, Silver. But the connection between the curse and the ancient spirit wasn’t complete as of when you just clocked eighteen. And that’s when I felt it. A pull. I had always experienced eerie pulls at my body, but this was a different case entirely. It was a violent, magnetic force yanking at my chest. The aroma of concentrated lavender, pine and rose mix