Curse Novels & Stories

“I made the rest of his curse appear on his back.” He leaned forward, one huge arm dropping onto Alexander’s desk with a heavy thud. “There’s only two ends to that curse: yer babe dies… or Finn rots from the inside. Ain’t no third door. Ain’t no secret. Ain't no trick. That curse is older than yer name.” My chest tightened. “I know that, but I don't believe it. If there is a will then there is a way. ”

The curse demanded love because love fed it. I pressed trembling fingers against my mouth. Madam Lavinge approached slowly again. “Listen to me carefully,” she said. I forced myself to look at her. “You still have power over it.” I laughed weakly through tears. “How?” “By mastering what it feeds on.” I frowned faintly. She continued quietly, “The curse grows strongest when your emotions rule you completely. Fear. Attachment. Despair. Obsession.” My chest tightened. “And if I stop feeling?”

“I’m sorry for cursing our family, but there is a way to fix it.” “There is a way to break this curse?” “Yes.”

Was this a curse or what? Damn. Heck. Fuck-shit-crap-mother-mother-whatever. Good Lord. What was I to do? The devil, or the deep blue sea?

Layla mumbled. "The curse has been broken, Layla," he managed through labored breath. "We did it and now you can go back to your normal life." He lifted his shaking hand and brushed her hair from her shoulder, the gesture making her lip quiver. "But what about you?" she whimpered. "You have to come back with me." "Layla," Atreus said in a soothing yet hoarse voice, "you know that I can't." "No," Layla muttered, holding his hands tightly. "Please don't leave me again. The curse is broken now, we can finally be together," she managed to choke out desperately.

Marcus thought worried . " hhaa hahaha when the trust is breaking , mate bond is changed to hate, it's the time for the curse to overpower.Its the time of change of fate . Let's see what happen next?" came the sinister reply again from his wolf, but he knew this isn't Fire who was speaking it was the curse, again. The evil laugh and the mean word indicated it , without a say . " Didn't it end?" Marcus couldn't help but asked anxiously.As his eyes widen in horror.

It wasn't like I hadn't tried telling my family about the curse. A month ago, the pack witch, Alina Lopez, told me that the curse was extremely deadly, with no way of lifting it. I would be coughing up blood and dying in a month. The first thing I did was to return home to see my family. As soon as I walked in, I saw my older brother, Kent Greene, happily holding up a beautiful new dress against Natali Fisher. "Dad, Mom, look at the dress Kent bought for me—isn't it beautiful?" Natali twirled around with the dress and looked over to Mom and Dad.

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.

Then, I raise my head to the sky, and with every ounce of strength I have left, I lay the curse. “By the blood I’ve shed, by the life you’ve taken from me, I curse the Obsidian Pack. May the Pack’s strength wither, its wolves falter. May your lands be barren, your children weak. I curse your Alpha, Calvin Kane, to know the pain of every life he’s destroyed. To feel it burn inside him, just as it burns inside me. Until his last breath, may he suffer. And may your Pack fall with him.”

“Don’t… don’t listen…” The curse laughs softly. He begs you to ignore me. He begs you to run. How sweet. How foolish. Cain’s body convulses. He collapses forward onto his hands, choking, gasping, fighting for a breath that the curse won’t give him. My chest tears open with panic. “Stop! Stop hurting him!” Hurting him? The curse sounds amused. You hurt him more than I do. I freeze. Cold washes over me. “What—what are you talking about?”