Curse Novels & Stories

“I never thought the new Alpha King would be a curse user.” “A curse user?” I asked, confused. “What’s that?” Lily pursed her lips. “I honestly don’t know much, but he controls and owns curses. A curse is different from the magic witches use. It’s born from our emotions, and mostly from our negative feelings. They’re everywhere around us. We don’t see them, but he does. Even the forest, the ground, and the animals have curse energy. He can own it all. And judging by how the forest turned barren earlier, I can tell he’s like the King o

Then— The curse shattered.

"Do you have any idea how much pain Heidi was in when the wolves tore her apart, leaving nothing but her remains? Do you even deserve to be called a father?" My accusations hit Ethan where it hurt the most, leaving him speechless. In the end, he could only repeat, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He fell to his knees before Heidi's portrait, repeatedly slapping his face as he begged for Heidi's forgiveness. "Heidi, I'm so sorry... I was wrong... Please come back... I'm begging you..." Seeing him acting this way only intensified my anger. I immediately shoved him away and screamed hysterically, "You have no right to say sorry! You don't deserve Heidi's forgiveness! Get out! Just leave!"

Cole "Dammit!" I cursed, kicking at the dirt next to my broken down motorcycle, a cloud of dust formed and made me sneeze in response. The black Suzuki had sputtered and coughed a few times before it lost all power and came to a stand still in the middle of bloody nowhere. I'd hoped it was going to be a quick fix, but once I'd eliminated all of the obvious issues, I knew I was going to need help with this one. I swore in every single language I knew, feeling better once I had got my frustration out of my system.

I muttered out loud to myself, oblivious of my humming pendant. I felt my eyes become teary and my throat dry but I couldn't stop now. This is the only chance I will ever have to pour out my heart “While others found their mates and got their wolf gifts, I felt left out and like something was wrong with me. I never got to hunt with the pack, run in the forest, or experience transformation. All I could do was watch from the sidelines as everyone else figured things out. I started to believe that I was cursed and decided to give up hope of ever connecting with my wolf, finding my mate or falling in love. The incident with my brother only reinforced my decision t

I’m so used to everyone in my pack knowing, I almost slipped. “I’m sorry I know it’s frustrating and confusing to you, but don’t let it get you down. Everything will work out. I don’t know what has made you question everything, but I imagine my life in a coven is similar to yours in a wolf pack.” “What do you mean?”

The bone cup inhaled the air and came alive with slow hum. Seraphine called upon the old grammar the Court had buried. She did not speak the Crescent words; those were for the soft call. No—she opened the page that had been scraped from the Codex at the end of the last cataclysm, the page whose letters had once been forbidden to repeat. The old tongue is a tool for chiseling; she had no illusions about gentleness. She would carve.

The world outside looked like a cottage core dream. Selena turned around and grimaced. The shrine—her cursed assignment—was still gloomier than a tax office, with thunderclouds coiling ominously above it like it had committed several felonies. And the worst part? The storm was exclusive. It hovered only above the shrine, like nature itself had obvious favoritism.

HIS CURSE; HER BLESSING (Isla’s POV) Silence. That was all I could hear after my words left my mouth. Dozens of stunned faces looked at me, some were fascinated with the words coming out of my mouth while others with pity, but most with disbelief. My father’s lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes lurking with mine as if he hadn't expected me to accept so easily. Maybe he thought I would cry, begging for a different fate. But I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

Is it why people keep coming to our house. John took the drawing and looked at it for a long moment. His voice was gentle when he spoke. A curse is when something bad from the past keeps trying to hurt the people in the present. Our family had some hard times before you were born. People made choices that caused a lot of pain. But we are breaking that curse Hope. Mommy and I are working very hard to make sure it does not touch you or your new baby brother.