Cursebreaker Series Novels & Stories

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.

"Only because you're not thinking properly. There's no such thing as an unbreakable curse, you're too narrow-minded to think of how it's possible. It's as clear as day." "Then the day must be quite dark. Because I have no idea!" I lost my temper, standing up as my hand scraped against the desk, cleaning everything but the monitor onto the floor as it fell with a loud crash, some things breaking, others flying away to a distance. But the messy action helped to calm me down at least a little while Cordelia patiently waited for me. "If the curse breaks. I will be as much on her hit list as you, so remember Malachi, the only one that can possibly be stood by your side right now, is me."

Ava leaned in just enough. “How?” Draven’s gaze locked with hers. “Because the curse isn’t just punishment.” The air in the room seemed to tighten. “It’s design.” Ava’s heart stuttered. “What do you mean?” Draven exhaled slowly. “As long as it remains incomplete…” His voice darkened. “It can’t be broken.” Silence. Heavy. Dangerous. Ava didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Let him continue. “And if it can’t be broken…” Draven said quietly,

Nicholas didn't realize things were spiraling until the third time the curse backlashed. That night, he was reviewing documents from the Council when his mental energy suddenly destabilized. His heart raced. His head felt like it was splitting open. He frowned and spoke without thinking. "Alice." No answer. It should have been normal. For years, whenever his mental state wavered even slightly, Alice had always noticed first. She'd handle it in exactly the right way. But now, there was no one.

It looked like it was practically built for students to sneak out. I was just about to jump down to the other side when his voice called out once more. "Hey, rule breaker!" I glanced back over my shoulder. "What?" "Who are you?" I let a slow smirk spread across my face before giving him my answer. "Andriette."

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.

He felt the curse weaken, the chains that had bound him for so long begin to loosen. As the ritual reached its peak, Draven felt a surge of energy, a power he had never experienced before, coursing through his veins. He felt the curse shatter, the shackles that had bound him break, a wave of relief washing over him, freeing him from the torment that had haunted him for so long. The room was filled with a brilliant light, a light that seemed to emanate from Draven himself. Penny, her eyes wide with amazement, whispered, “The curse… it is broken.“

"Even if you destroy the artifacts, I'll just curse them again!" "Then I'll kill you first!" Jamie attacks with everything. Claws. Fire. Magic. Prime counters easily. But they're distracted now. Not focused on the curse. Below, Briton destroys the last artifact. Herston's specifically. It shatters. Immediately, Jai reports. "Curse is broken! All children are waking up! It worked!" Jamie feels relief flood through her. Herston's safe. Now she can focus completely on killing Prime. "The curse is gone. Your leverage is gone." Jamie's eyes glow silver. "Now you die."

“What have you heard of, Linc?” “First, I know you lumped me in with those guys as one of Paul’s guys. I’m not. I hope you will take what I’m going to tell you as a peace offering,” Linc started. “Second, a curse where someone cannot say, write, or show anything isn’t an ordinary curse, but anyone with the right connections could do it.” “Do you know how to break it?” I asked. “Yeah. The only way to break it is for the person who originally gave the curse to confess what the cursed person did. That person has to confess it to the one that the cursed person betrayed,” Linc said.

The entire pack is dead C. The curse is broken To break the curse requires three things: 1. The death of the one who carries it (Liam) 2. The sacrifice of the Cycle-born's remaining lives 3. The Alpha's blood to seal the break I cannot do this. I cannot kill my son. I cannot demand someone sacrifice themselves. And I cannot ask Kharo to bleed for my mistakes. I have failed. This is my legacy. I set down the journal, my hands numb.