Curse Of Curves Novels & Stories

“Oh don’t be so dramatic dear, Just because I’ve finally met that mutt of yours breathe, doesn’t mean I can’t shove her back in her cage.” Her eyes flashed a wicked green, and Laura felt the pull of Melody’s curse slither across Miguma, moving through her veins, cold and blinding. She gritted her teeth. Fighting it. The mark of Elara glowing through her shirt. A low grunt drew their attention. Damian. He dropped to one knee, pain twisting his face as the remnants of the curse of the sword in the wound flared again. Melody turned her gaze to him, her tone mockingly sweet. “Oh, poor Alpha Damian. You really should rest. All that bleeding can’t be good for your pride.”

"Yes, I did. But the curse isn't an ordinary curse either. It was bound by blood I believe and maybe or not, it will truly and completely be cured, depends on how strong we are to weaken it enough to collapse it." "And how did you know it was bounded by blood?"I queried. "Curses like the one Lucien is facing being bounded by blood isn't far fetched. They are the most difficult and powerful curses to eliminate." "But not impossible to eliminate, right , Arachane?" Her head bobbed up and down. "So, how do we weaken this curse exactly?"

Elara had arrived at two conclusions that Wren read three times each before she was satisfied she understood them. First: the curse was not random. It was designed — constructed by someone who understood healer magic at a foundational level, specifically engineered to resist healing. Every time Elara had attempted to address it directly, the curse had adapted. As though it knew it was being attacked and repositioned itself accordingly.

“Then tell me, what are the signs we learned? The things someone feels when they meet their mate?” I signed dramatically, “A strong connection, the ability sensed the scent of their partner, and craving it so much, that they would be able to part with them, and once marked, the bond strengthens “Tessy, you’re overthinking things,” I said with a shrug. “It’s been two thousand years now since the moon goddess cursed the werewolf clan, do you really think she’d just lift the curse suddenly?” I wave my hand dismissively. “Yes, the moon goddess lifts the curse because she couldn’t stand watching our precious Mildred suffer for a crime she didn’t commit,” Tessy said dramatically, giggling.

"I'm cursed" I clamped my hands over my mouth to prevent me from screaming. "What kind of curse?" I asked curiosity getting the best out of me. "I don't have human feelings, I can't be happy, I can't be sad, I can't fall in love, anything feelings, I don't have" What?! I almost cried for him as he spoke, how did he get cursed? Who did he offend? How does he cope? "Why are you telling me?" I asked.

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

she said but then shook her head. “Unfortunately, that’s not the reality I see” she added. She then raised her second finger. “The second one was that he would win, if he won then he would have no choice but to mate with his mate Charlotte and then I win” she said. “Wait, why would you win if those two mate?” I asked her and she smiled. “You see its because those two are cursed. The moment they mate the curse is triggered they will die no matter what. It could be an illness or be killed by people” she said.

I pondered aloud, more to myself than to Cameryn. She hesitated before responding, "Curses are born out of grudges or vendettas. It could be a long-forgotten feud, revenge, or even a misunderstanding. But the fact remains that this isn't a natural disease; it's a curse but the good thing about curses is that they can be broken."

That's if it's a she. > “All the better. If the rune truly belongs to Ysolde and she reincarnated, the crescent will answer. It will point us to her soul, wherever she hides. Unless…” He cast a smirk toward Seraphine. “…you fear touching the curse again.” Seraphine's laughter rang, cold. > “Fear? No, Eldreth. I crave it.” --- “You speak of the Crescent Oath rite,” murmured Elder Nyx, after a long silence. “That ritual was forbidden after the last vampire war.”

They used softer words, spoke gently, but their eyes always gave them away. There was no cure. Still, they searched. Alvar allowed it not because he believed they would find a solution, but because giving up felt worse. Because admitting there was nothing to be done meant accepting the day his mind would fully betray him. Caierre never denied the truth. He never spoke false comfort or pretended the curse was something it was not. But he also never stopped looking. “It won’t hurt to understand it better,” Caierre had said once during a healer’s council, his voice calm, his posture respectful. “Even curses follow patterns. And patterns can sometimes be bent.”