Curse Novels & Stories

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.

“So I’m supposed to understand that you two teenagers activated the parallel curse.” Seth finally spoke up after listening to Gabriel for a couple of minutes. He had heard about the possibility of that but never cared to try it out. “What’s that?” They both asked at the same time. “What you just told me. Activating the highest dimension of our curse by killing someone.” Seth explained. “Oh, that is what it is called.” Gabriel said. “Well, you must not let anyone know about this. It is against the rules, werewolves should not have access to this knowledge, it may turn out very bad. I will not punish you two for this because I did

I shook my head at Kash, gesturing him to not start a fight with Lucifer as violence is forbidden in the Kingdom. "What do you think you're doing, Lucifer?" Kash gritted his teeth. "You almost hurt her! You even tried to hit her with a stone!" Lucifer's laugh echoed in my eardrums. "It's just a small stone, Kash. I will just hit her for she may gather her senses back and realize that I'm way better than you than anyone." He shook his head, grinning. "You? That's bullshit, I'm way stronger and more powerful than you."

Artemisia leaned her body against the chair entirely, the truth hurting more than she could have imagined. She could tell that the stages of grief hit her too fast, so the young woman was already in anger. An outsized hatred of herself. Artemisia knew it was deadly, she saw her father die, the nannies die, the plants, the animals. It was clear as the day that it was her curse, but knowing it was so painful that it made the young woman want to vomit up all the sweets she had eaten.

The closer I get, the tighter the curse wraps around it, like it’s afraid of me. “That’s him,” I say, and I don’t mean the platform or the room. I mean the pain. “It’s squeezing him.” Kael sucks in a breath. “I was afraid of that,” he says. “The curse isn’t static. It reacts. You get closer and it tightens to compensate.” “So I make it worse,” I say, and my throat burns. “No,” he says quickly. “You make it unstable. That matters.” The room pulses again and this time it drops straight into my legs. Pain flashes white and hot and I almost go down.