Curse Manipulation Novels & Stories

she murmurs, tracing a finger along the edge of my desk as she moves closer. She stops when our legs touch and leans back against the desk. I swirl the last of my drink and look up at her through my lashes. She smiles and slowly drags her smooth leg against mine. I swallow the whiskey and slide the glass away. Enough. I grip her hip, lift her off the desk, and turn her to face it, bending her over in one motion. I push her skirt up—it’s so tight it snags, and I tear the seam without caring. She gasps.

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

All I wanted to do was go home and never remember this. “Laurence, you will become Alpha, but to achieve that you need to break the curse I bestowed upon you as a baby. I won’t tell you anymore, you need to figure it out yourself or ask your father. With that, Scarlett wandered over to me untied me and said “We will see each other again soon”. “If you don’t find your Luna by your 18th Birthday which was in 4 months, then you will be forever cursed”.

The floor was so pointed that when hit through the flesh of the old man, it could only scream in agony. “What a weakling like you trying to say?” Hez asked when he heard him whispered, and it was spelling a curse. “Anyway, it was no used to me. Yet I could put a true curse to you. What do you think?” Hez was confidence for any kind of curse to never affecting him anymore, the shadow, the art they learned from them was unimaginable useful to nullified the curse that was approaching. Even without noticing it, the art was going to awakened on its own. Hez sighed to realized the old man was continued on what he doing. And as the curse was surround him, the shadowy art was attacking it. The old m

She probably doesn’t even feel the same draw of emotions that the bond was creating between us because she’s already damaged inside. “Listen to what?” I said venomously. I’m starting to actually believe that they seriously did something to my brother to get him acting this way about her. Did they curse him or something? I wouldn’t put it past them. How the hell am I going to break this curse? “She’s the one who sent you the location Adrian! She helped me in exchange for sparing her life. I gave her my word and I won’t let anyone break it for me, not even you brother. You of all people should know a thing or two about an alpha’s word” he said intensely.

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.

"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.

The emergence and fading of pain always followed a process, however brief—but Aric’s description completely defied this fundamental rule. Could it be the nature of the curse? Or was someone controlling it from the shadows? If it was a curse, then this wasn’t just an ordinary spell. It had to be some kind of restriction so subtle that even Aric himself couldn’t perceive it. But if it was external manipulation… just how terrifyingly powerful would the controller have to be?

I didn’t know if I wanted to scream or sob. “How?” I asked, voice small. He sat back on his heels, jaw tight. “The curse works by corrupting memory. The more they twist what you remember, the easier it is to turn you against yourself. Against everything.” I nodded. I knew that part. I’d felt that part. “But I’ve been dosing myself with witchbane,” he said. “The original compound. Before Magnus had the last herbalist killed. It doesn’t make me immune....it just gives me time to fight it.”