Cursebreaker Series Novels & Stories

he said, pinching my cheeks, but it only added to my scattered nerves and I didn't find him switching topics very funny. He seemed to notice, sighing as he brought his hands to my thighs giving it a little squeeze. “The curse is said to corrode my heart with time, leaving me a monster forever or maybe dead” he answered, like it was the most normal thing to say. “How do we break the curse?” I asked. “I don't know, nobody does, except the one who placed the curse and she's dead of course,

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How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

The blue moon packs shine came by the polish of their own blood . It wasn’t the lineage which was cursed , it was the pack who was cursed for their heinous crime done . The child alpha never got the love , after that .Not of mate nor even of parents . But every heir of alpha Simon who was the one to be cursed , took the responsibility of curse . With all their hearts and soul . From childhood they knew about the curse and were prepared for the same . The three generation already suffered from it . Its now the fourth generation , the alpha Marcus who is trying the same , to find his mate .

I had to save the hero everyone liked; the hero who refused to love me. ‘A curse is any expressed wish that brought misfortune or some form of adversity attached to an object, a person or a land. Naturally, a curse can’t be controlled or broken by simple means because to exist it relied on a host’s vitality, as long as the cursed lived, the curse would never fade away. However, there is a way to make it fade away; only the High Priestess or someone with similar rank in the world can use the power to break curses. Talking about the High Priestess, she is a mystery. Since the last one sacrificed herself for humanity, the world was cursed with the fact no one appeared holding the title for cent

It was like an invisible rope binding them. Yet the thought of it was scary. Two mates? And at this time?! “We need to talk to someone who knows something about this.” Maggie snapped her fingers. “Jennifer! She broke the curse between her and Trevor!” Asher looked uncomfortable. “We can look for other people…” Maggie shot him an annoyed glance that softened when she remembered why he didn’t want them to call her. “Who else do we know that had broken the curse, Asher? We need her. Maybe she might tell us something important and help us do what we need to.”

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

Maybe he could provide more insight. “Forget it, we will find another way,” he said and flipped the page over. “No, say it, tell me,” I insisted. “Oh, c’mon Rebekka, this is not the time to play coy,” he snapped. The tension in the air was thick and unbearable as we stayed there, eyes locked, mine searching, his refuting. “If the only way to break the curse is with the blood of a goddess, then that’s exactly what we are going to do.”

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I threw myself in front of the television in an attempt to block it from view. "Don't watch it, Evan! I'm begging you, please! Look away!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, but it was no use. Evan's reddened eyes were fixed on the television screen. "Shut up!" Evan rushed at the television and punched it. Instantly, the screen turned dark, and the glass fragments left cuts on his hands. Using his bloodied hands, he grabbed Carmen by the throat and pressed her against the dining table.