Cupid's Curse Book Novels & Stories

“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.

"They say that every curse can be broken, it's just a matter of how. In Atreus' case, the only way he was able to wake from his cursed sleep, was to be woken by the same soul he fell in love with centuries ago." The floor dropped out from underneath Layla at Niniane's words. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared wide-eyed at Niniane who watched her knowingly. "That soul is you, Layla."

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

As if he could hear her thoughts, Cedric lets out another peal of laughter, jolting Marisol back to reality. Albeit a bit flustered, Marisol follows after him. The evening was closing in, and she had no intention of letting him out of her sight. They arrive at the Library, and Cedric retrieves the same book that had unraveled the secret of his curse. Shoving it toward Marisol, he poses a question that hangs heavy in the air, "Do you think I'm in control of my actions?"

“What? You’ve already killed our daughter. Are you going to kill me too?” “What are you talking about?” His hand froze mid-air. “Do you even know what happened to our daughter?” Queenie sniffled, her lips trembling as she whimpered, “Brother was only celebrating my birthday. There’s no need to curse your own daughter like that.” “Exactly,” chimed in one of Queenie’s friends indignantly. “Cheyenne, you’re going too far. Weren’t you the one who trapped Sutton into marriage by getting pregnant after he was too drunk to know better?”

QUINN Under that, folded in multiple layers of parchment, lay one of the books I’d come across when I started to suspect Theodore of betrayal. The one who talked of the curse in cryptic terms. The one I never did risk opening after that. I put it on the table, hands still. And I began to read. --- *The curse, in the original language, was neverending. It had no cure. But it was me who had ended it — unmade the bond that had been holding it up.

I asked while looking at my fingers. From my peripheral view, I saw how he turned his gaze back at nowhere. "The girl will die and be reincarnated over and over again. No recollection of her memories but her soul remains. No matter what happen, the guy couldn't avoid the cursed. They will always meet over and over again. They are meant to love each other. So she'll still be in love with the guy despite of her having no memories with him. She will always fall deeply in love, same as the guy."

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 The shift is instantaneous and total. One moment, Corvin is standing in the shadows; the next, he is an ancient, predatory force that makes the very foundation of the house seem to tremble. This isn’t just anger; it is the awakening of something dominant for centuries, a hunger and a hatred fused into a single, lethal intent.

And very softly, it whispered: > Promises are forever, right? --- End of Chapter 9 – The Living Curse Next: Arc II, Chapter 10 – “The Shape of Love.” Mira and Adrian attempt to teach the curse empathy through shared memories, only to realize it’s already forming feelings of its own — including heartbreak. The line between creator and creation begins to blur in dangerous, beautiful ways.

"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.