Cupid's Curse Book Novels & Stories

“The Alpha. He told me I could read. He permitted me. I didn’t mean to transgress. I only followed where he led.” The Queen’s eyes sharpened, turning into chips of flint. She stepped closer, the torchlight casting long, dancing shadows that made her look like a spectre of judgment. “That library is not a collection of stories, child. It is a vault. It contains things that must never leave its walls—arcane truths, blood-debts, and memories that my son guards with a ferocity that borders on madness. And yet… You are here. You are breathing.” The Queen leaned down, her presence suffocating. “If you had truly come into contact with him with the beast that dwells beneath his skin you would have d

And stands up with shaky legs as he goes to the nearby shelf and checks for the books. "Books of Mates!... "Mating... Curse... It should be in volume four, right?" he murmured to himself while checking the shelf like a crazy scientist trying to prove his theory. "Aha!" Here it is." He retrieved the remaining volumes and laid them on the table before us. While we looked at him and the books, I was too shaken to speak. "The book of Mates spoke of the intricacies of the curse, unravelling its dark origins ageing from centuries ago and the challenges it beholds." He declared.

Sandy never liked it, but I made sure to enforce it if she made it difficult for the others. If Lee didn’t point it that I was Sandy’s first, I wouldn’t have understood her behavior. Being a girl’s first makes her do crazy things. I learned that lesson a bit late, but I did learn it eventually. I took a deep breath in and started to open the file. I took the first piece of loose paper. There is a title on the top. The Forgotten Curse Amidst the realm of lycans and under the silver gaze of the Moon Goddess, a tale of enchantment and anguish unfolded. It was a love story that would forever echo through the corridors of time, a story that began with the alluring witch Isolde.

Luna added, giving more context to her actions and their potential consequences. As soon as Luna finished speaking, a subtle yet magical transformation occurred. Both Rafe's and Luna's bodies began to emanate a soft glow. This ethereal light gradually disintegrated into tiny, sparkling particles resembling fireflies. These particles of light danced around them for a brief moment before disappearing into thin air, a visual representation of the curse being lifted. "The curse is lifted," Luna declared, a sense of relief and triumph in her voice. She then pulled Rafe's head toward her and sealed their victory and newfound freedom with a warm, passionate kiss.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

That girl hated me as much as I hated her. "You're a team, Coraline. Set aside your personal grudges and do this for the pack," he said sternly. Of course, I knew we were a team. But of all the people Zayn could pair with Cynthia, why me? We had some history. It felt like Zayn wasn't thinking. I understood he wanted me to be professional and rational, but goodness, not this way. I wanted to complain, but he was the leader here, and I had to obey.

No, I needed to harness its power, to wield it as a tool in my relentless pursuit of freedom. My mind buzzed with a flurry of questions, each one carrying the weight of my secret. I couldn't afford to let slip the truth of my personal connection to the curse, as it could unravel our entire endeavour. The stakes were high, and I had to navigate this delicate inquiry with utmost caution. "This curse," I began, my voice a low murmur, "it seems to hold immense power. Does the book provide any insight into its nature? Is there any mention of a way to break free from its grip?"

I curse I had apparently bumped into a very moving wall cause there shouldn't be one and al, the hot soup had split on my tank top and l immediately pulled it off not paying attention to the wall that was infront of me only to realize when l heard a loud hissing of cursing the word f*ck before the loud clearing of throat which my mind heard as groan followed soot. "Oh My God." I screech /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/

"But there's a sweeter part you should know. The symptoms will manifest even before her heat cycle begins. Neither she nor you will anticipate it. She'll be overwhelmed by anxiety and the anticipation of what's to come. And sadly, she won't hesitate to choose any man over you to satisfy her cravings. The mate bond won't stand a chance against the strength of a witch's curse." "Is there any way to break it?" Ryle interjected, genuine concern for Chelsea evident in his question. Julia laughed, a cruel edge to the sound, and slowly moved closer to me. She sat on my lap, her arms wrapping around my neck as if she were marking her territory. "No, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with mali

Now that I have accepted that Caleb was my mate, as well as the fact I did love him, I felt as if I were more in tune with him. He didn’t have to even touch me for me to feel like there was an electric current flowing through me. I hoped that it didn’t take me too long to come to terms with things, I mostly just needed to stop fighting it. “Yeah, but not much. Let me find it.” I told him as I started flipping through the book once again. When I found the page that mentioned the curse, I was sure how much of it was going to help. I was hoping there was a way to find out more about the curse. Maybe my father could find out something.