Cursebreaker Series Novels & Stories

"Too perceptive, perhaps. Yes, the Original Curse can be broken. But only by someone who can bridge all the species - a true neutral power that stands above the conflict that created the curse in the first place." "And that's me." "That's you," Seraphine confirmed. "Which is why Draven wants you. If he can convince you to break the curse willingly and give the power to the Night Court, the vampire race would rule everything. But it's a delicate balance. The moment you break free of the contract binding, the moment your will becomes your own again, you could break the curse in a way that ruins him completely." Luna's heart raced. There was a way out. There had to be.

Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise. Even now, as he casually leaned against the vending machine, pretending to be just another pretty intern with slightly mystical hair, his thoughts were spiraling delightfully into mythical gossip and dangerous curiosity. The story, according to Shu—and a few gossipy thunder spirits—went like this: Nexus, the land god before his sudden disappearance, had tamed something that should not have been tamed. A primal, ancient beast. One of the original calamity spirits. A Fenrisúlfr.

I turned slowly, trembling, my heartbeat thundering so loudly I was sure he could hear it. He didn’t blink. “First of all,” he began, his tone still rigid and cold, “You need to understand your place in this pack house. You are nothing more than a breeder, meant to carry my heir. I do not care about your comfort, your feelings, or your survival. If you die, I’ll simply replace you.” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. His eyes skimmed over me like I was a possession, not a person.

“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.

“Wait… what did you just say?” His gaze swept over us, sharp, piercing. “Centuries ago, it was foretold: our land would be cursed by the Wicked, and two boys would arrive from a distant realm. One would break the curse, the other would fight to preserve it. Mortal enemies, bound to the fate of this world.” Carter and I exchanged a glance—best friends, inseparable. Then back at the hooded figure. “That’s impossible, sir,” I said. “We’ve known each other forever. Nothing could turn us against one another. We’re not part of your prophecy.”

Maybe she could transfer physical conditions, too. I was about to question her when Francis cut me off, his tone sharp. He pulled off my engagement ring. "We're done! I'll have my assistant put out a ban. You're not allowed anywhere near the company or our streaming locations again." No. We couldn't break up. If we did, I would lose any chance of uncovering the truth. Under Sally's mocking gaze, I forced myself to back down and admit I was just jealous. "Francis, I know I messed up. Can we not break up? I…"

Wind slammed harder against the stone—storm calling, war brewing. Lucy rose, climbing onto the bed beside him, laying against his chest. His heartbeat thudded beneath her ear—alive, powerful. He wrapped an arm around her waist—protective, claiming—and exhaled a shaky breath into her hair. There, in the dark, when they were close enough that fear couldn’t fit between them, Karl whispered: “The curse is a chain. You’re the only one who has ever broken it.” Lucy laced her fingers with his. “Then we keep breaking it,” she said. “Together.”

"We will not succumb to the curse! We will find a way to neutralize its effects and protect the world from its malevolence!" In a flash of blinding light, the relic shattered, releasing a shockwave of energy that engulfed the chamber. The curse, broken and dispersed, dissipated into the ether, leaving behind only a sense of relief and a newfound resolve. Their mission accomplished, Alex and Vanessa stood united, knowing that their journey was far from over. The relics' shattered fragments held clues that could lead them to other artifacts of immense power and peril. They understood that their quest to protect the world from ancient forces would be fraught with danger, but they were undeterre

"You want to know if there is a way to break the curse faster some condition, some threshold, some point at which the counter-curse locks and cannot be undone regardless of what comes after." "Yes," Orion said. "There is no threshold," she said. "The Covenant does not work that way. The counter-curse holds as long as what it requires exists. The moment it does not at any point, for any reason it fails." She paused. "This is why the curse was designed the way it was. There is no shortcut. There is no locking mechanism. The only thing that holds it is the real thing, continuously." Orion was quiet. I said: "What moved you to cast it the way you did?"

In a few minutes I saw Jayden on the floor too. But then it occurred to me, the curse. We have to break the curse that Jayden told me before it's too late. "Jay, what about the Twin Mates curse?" "Yes, I'm afraid it's starting to take action. We have to break the curse before it's too late." We can't defeat Alpha River like this.