Cursebreakers Series Novels & Stories

Flashback* Unknown POV. Divine hall, ancient London. ' I cannot take this anymore. You have to do something about it' 'sorry son, nothing can be done' your destiny is already tied to hers' 'are you not the most powerful being?' 'I am' * answered boringly* 'then why can't you just lift this f**king curse?' 'first, it is a punishment not a curse and secondly, do not curse in my presence' ' Okay whatever. I just want you to know that this girl you are claiming is part of my destiny is not even born yet'

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

he smirk. "Please Kareem....please don't do this......please" I begged crying. "Before the count of three, you better step on that f**king thing...else, I might do something we'll both regret" he warned. I'm so scared right now. He looks scary,he looks like a father scolding his own daughter. I slowly step on the broken glass and winced in pain. Ya Allah, this is so painful! "Good. Now jump on it" he ordered.

"Breaking this curse is like a two step process. A ridiculously hard, two step process, that I won't be able to help with either. You'll need a great witch to break the curse. Only a great witch's magic can break another great witch's magic." "Okay. We can deal with that when the time comes. What's the two step process?" Ember asked, a look of deep determination set on her face. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t as panicked as I probably should be. I think it might be this bracelet that dad got me, or maybe the clover’s luck. I felt oddly happy. I saw how many people were here jumping to help the moment they heard the news. Lucy and I didn’t know each other that well, yet she came here in her l

He ground against her, pushing every drop deep, marking her completely. The mirror flashed bright—blinding white light. When it cleared… the beast was gone. Only Damien—the man—remained. Breathing hard, sweat dripping, holding her tight from behind. His cock still inside her, softening slow. The curse was broken. He pulled out gentle, cum dripping from her. Turned her over. Kissed her slow deep and soft. “You did it,” he whispered against her lips. “You broke it.” Isabella smiled, exhausted but happy, sore in every good way. Wrapped her arms around his neck.

“That’s the curse. It’s turning me into a monster while taking away everything that made me a werewolf. My strength. My healing. My sanity.” Drusilla exhaled in defeat. “I’ll wait outside.” She turned and left, closing the door behind her. Silence settled between us. I looked up at him, my voice breaking. “You matter to me, Cal.” His jaw clenched. “I don’t care how risky this is. If anyone is going to help break your curse, it’s me. You gave me my life, my happiness—my wolf. I won’t stand by and watch you suffer.” A single tear slipped down my cheek. Seeing him like this—broken, doubting himself—felt like someone was twisting a knife in my chest.

"Roughly, Dax. Give me a number." Dax cleared his throat. He started counting on his fingers, which is something he only does when he’s annoyed. "Half the pack. At least. Every warrior who gets a scrape or a fever goes to her now. They prefer her over the old medicine man. Pack morale in the eastern quarters has improved measurably since she arrived. The men feel better knowing they won't just be patched up, but actually cured." "And Bren?" I asked. "How is his leg?" "He is walking without a limp," Dax admitted. "He shouldn't be. That break was bad. By all rights, he should have been retired to the scout units, but he’s back in heavy rotation. He says she worked on him for three nights strai

He wriggled his body, in a desperate attempt to shake off the curse as if it was just dust. "But I am no woman like you," she glanced at the unmoved clutch of cloth that covers the babe, "though moved by my wrath, I could never hurt the innocent that you will sire into this world. Yet, I will not look past the enormities of your doing, and so as the last of my mercy on your kin, these words will break the curse: only united hearts arise from the flames of betrayals and sins shall be freed." Waves of moon's power was delivered once more to Ganur's skin, settling in to every fibre of his being, sealing the curse completely. Satisfaction sits well in Orav's heart, but still the fire was not ext

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 .