Curse Of Curves Novels & Stories

“You’ll understand soon.” “All right,” I sighed, catching his enthusiasm. “Thank you for all the surprises. The necklace is beautiful. Did you know the Bernoulli lemniscate was the first curve used to represent infinity? It’s curious… Mom used to say infinity wasn’t endlessness, but something that remains in motion.” Jacob smiled and, without taking his eyes off the road, squeezed my thigh affectionately before returning both hands to the wheel. The gesture sent a shiver down my spine. I leaned back in my seat and let the scenery distract me. Trees stood like soldiers along the road, flanking our path.

Chaos erupted in the live stream chat as a ghost hunter dropped a bombshell. [This is like some ancient curse, right out of the past. How is it popping up today?] He laid out the lore for us. [This curse, right? It's old news, like three thousand years old. Razcland was this tiny place, tucked away in the mountains. They were chilling until these invaders rocked up, trying to smoke them out with a big ol' fire.] [However, here's the twist: the attackers started bursting into flames themselves, totally out of the blue, leaving nothing behind. That's the dark magic the old books talk about!]

“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.

They snapped back on, and his mischievous, playful smirk was once again in place. “Curses have to be bound to something in order to take root. It can be a naturally reoccurring event. A lunar eclipse, meteor shower, or it can even be a bloodline. We don’t know how or why, but the curse has been bound using your family’s bloodline.” Resting his elbows on the countertop, he skewered me with his gaze until I squirmed. “The night those curses were placed on us, the Moon Goddess, Lunette, was abducted. We have consulted every oracle, and even the goddess of wisdom herself for answers. Each and every one points towards breaking the curse. Not only that, dear Blakely, but we have reason to believe

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.