Cursebreakers Series Novels & Stories

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.“

Why do we have to suffer for the sin that she committed? "I'm sorry to crack this into you now but if in any case that your father won't survive it, the curse will transfer to another family member. It's like a plague, infecting one after another. It will consume your whole family until only mantha is left. I'm not scaring you Lauren. I'm just giving you a heads-up so that you can prepare yourself for the worse."

But Darren’s furious bellow made the walls tremble, and I felt his power quiver inside of me. “It was for you. To protect our future. Darren, your anger and void of emotions comes from the curse. Remember the curse ... that came from her family. They are the only ones who can break it. We killed them all but one ... she got away, and all hope was lost. But then fate brought the only living line back to us. And all we had to do was—” Winifred’s wails were cut off by Darren’s roar. “Fucking say it again and you are dead,” Darren seethed.

“The ones that snap back harder if someone tries to break in.” “Yes,” I say. “Those.” She tilts her head. “They’re failing.” “They’re reacting,” I correct. “There’s a difference.” “Not for long,” she says. I look at her then. Really look. She isn’t scared. She isn’t shaken. She’s focused. Hungry. “This curse,” I say slowly, choosing every word, “was never meant to last this long.” Her eyes flicker. Just once. “It was meant to break him,” I continue. “Or kill him. That was the point. Clean end. Controlled outcome.”

The particular sensation of a presence withdrawing from the world. Quietly. Completely. Without drama. The device on her wrist gave off one final pulse of white light that I felt against my back as I reached the stairwell door. Then nothing. I kept running. The lobby was very bad. Dax was on his knees beside Lucian with both hands pressed against the wound and his face carrying the expression of someone who had been doing everything right for too long and watching it not be enough. "How long?" I said, dropping to my knees. "The curse broke through the containment twelve minutes ago," Dax said. "I've been trying to slow it down but I don't have…."

Eloise buried her face in Elena’s hair, her body shaking violently. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” she whispered between sobs. “I almost lost you.” In that moment, holding her sister close, a fragile spark of purpose flickered back to life inside Eloise’s chest. The curse had not won today. Not yet. For Elena—for what remained of their broken family she would keep fighting. Even when the light felt impossibly distant.

"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.

Cordy said gently, "curses can be broken, dear. But they require specific conditions to be met." She opened the skin-bound book, revealing pages covered in symbols that made my wolf instincts recoil. The text was written in what looked like a mixture of Latin and something far older, far darker. "According to this," she continued, "the curse can only be broken by a Blackthorne descendant who freely chooses to heal the afflicted Ashworth." "Freely chooses," I repeated. "Not coerced, not forced, not manipulated into it." "Precisely." I looked around the room, taking in their expectant faces. Margaret's barely concealed desperation. Rupert's careful neutrality. Cordy's knowing smile. And underl

Main characters Braylon Scott An alpha who lived for 100 years suffering under the consequences of a curse. His kind (the Alphas) were stuck in dog form, to lift the curse he will have to look for (THE OWNER— a person with special ability and must be a successor of the owner of the curse). In the process of trying to survive, he was saved by Imogene who raised his curse and he fell in love with her. Imogen Crawford

Isaac Andrew Pov. 6 years ago. Isaac Andrew:" Dad, my uncle Tim just died and you want me to leave his research about the ancient power?" Seth Andrew:" I don't want you to get injured! You are just 18 years old and I can't lose anyone anymore!" Isaac Andrew:" Yes, I know that I am still young but I don't want to be ruled by that wicked vampire clan! I am Isaac Andrew. Future Alpha of Diamond Werewolf! I AM NOT A COWARD!"