Curse Novels & Stories

"What the hell did I just see?" "You’ve really pissed someone off, luna." Rome responded, pursing his lips. "You’ve got a rather strong curse on you." "Curse?" I repeated, not sure if I believed what he said. "And what kind of curse is it?" "It is a Vindicta curse." Rome explained. "It seems that you’ve done something to highly offend the caster." "I mean, that is a possibility." I agreed. After all, my past was marred with lots of death and hate. "But if I do have such a curse on me, how do I get rid of it?"

"Get me the girl, or the next time the curse takes hold, I won't be there to help you hold it back. You’ll burn with the rest of them." The connection snapped shut, leaving me standing in the dark. I let out a roar of frustration and swept my arm across the dresser, sending glass vials and heavy wooden bowls flying across the room. They shattered against the stone walls, but the noise didn't make me feel any better. I kicked a chair, watching it splinter, and cursed Liam’s name under my breath. He was so blinded by his own "morals" that he couldn't see we were all heading for a cliff. I needed that curse

The curse was not done. It was only the beginning.

He bends over and shuts his eyes close as the pain radiates me. What is happening? Why did this happen just when he was about to kiss me? Is something wrong with me? "It’s the curse, baby" He answers as if he just read my mind. "Rhea, It’s not Selene that’s pushing me away from you. It’s not anyone else. It’s this... this fucking curse. It's the only reason why I can’t…." “Why you can’t what?” “Why I can’t mark and claim you as mine…”

The curse wins. Bane wins. I lose everything. Again.

Doubt consumed me, my confidence waning. Lucian's eyes narrowed, his features contorting with a mixture of anger and disdain. The mention of his obedience and the curse that bound him struck a nerve, awakening the deep-seated resentment within him. He scoffed, his voice laced with sarcasm and bitter mockery. "Ah, the curse," he sneered, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. "You think I enjoy being a puppet, forced to dance to your whims? I am not an obedient lapdog waiting for your order," he spat, his words dripping with contempt. The intensity of his defiance sent a pang of hurt through me, shattering the illusion of control I

And so, despite the excruciating pain that engulfs me, I find the strength to rise from the ground, my voice a low growl of defiance. "Enough!" I roar, my voice carrying a mixture of anger, bitterness, and determination. The sound rips through the air, the echoes lingering as a challenge to the very curse that binds me. It is a declaration of my refusal to succumb to this torment, a vow to reclaim my humanity.

"I curse you and your bloodline. May you die in agony and burn in the deepest parthell for what you've done to me and my family ." “First of all, I am hell. Secondly, I don’t believe in curses. It is useless what you are doing. Save your strength,” I say. “Curses don’t work, but you know what works? Revenge. Like me taking my revenge out on you for letting Danika escape. Now that is more practical than yapping stupid curses. So, instead of laying curses on me, start praying that we find Danika real soon. Because if she is not found, y

I buried my face in my hands, trying to muffle the cries that felt like they were tearing me apart from the inside out. “It’s called The Curse Of Agony,” Sabrina’s gentle voice cut through my despair. “The blood tears are a sign of the curse. It crushes the soul of the one it’s cast upon. The body remains intact, but the soul endures unimaginable pain. The pain is so severe it paralyzes the body and destroys the soul from within. It’s one of the ten Forbidden Curses.” Her words were a cruel reminder of the suffering my mother had endured making anger and helplessness surge inside me. Killian had d

The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas. Everyone now called it the black and white curse because of the colors of the wolves fur. Soon there was new hope. In the year 1998 there were 3 humans born, but each would become a wolf at their 18th birthday. They were in charge of breaking the curse. All now called packs were hoping that the curse would finally break into a thousand pieces and never will be coming back till the end of time. Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more di