Cursed Angel Novels & Stories

Cursed from birth, Tristan had to suffer the hereditary curse passed down to him because of the sins of his father. His father Mateo had killed his cousin brother who was supposed to be the Alpha and took over the Alpha position and in doing so, he angered the moon goddess and so she placed a curse on Mateo and his son who had been born then. Tristan had to endure the hate of his pack members from a very young age. He didn't know what he did and why they hated him for he caused no harm nor pain to anyone and as he grew up, he began to ask questions and finally he got an answer from his father himself who had told him of the crime he had committed and the curse placed on their family.

I can tell she is a witch with strong genes. "I am not Alpha; I belong to no pack. You can call me Angel of Death." She nods again, and they continue sparing. I correct a few more pairs before moving to my laptop to enter their stats. This set of recruits has a surprising amount of raw talent. Let's hope their minds are as strong as their bodies.

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

My voice vibrates, half wolf, half man. I reach for Angel again and pull her into my arms. Possessive. Needing. Claiming. However, Dad grabs her other arm and tries to pull her away. He grips her wrist so tightly she winch. “No. You will let her go. Your sister is cursed because of you. She murdered five guards. And the creature she almost transformed into at the hospital is a cursed beast. Let her go now!’’ he growls. Before I can say a word, Angel asks, her lips trembling.

He then turned to his brothers, “Giles! Greg! It’s the time!” Soon the three wise men surround me in a circle whilst the others hung back and watched. Giles announced, “With this curse, we shall seal you into The Dark World! With this, you shall never be able to return to this realm! You will live out the rest of your days there as a demon, and to make sure you stay that way, we will take the angel essence from you! That way, when you become corrupted, you are bound to stay that way!” My eyes widened, ‘My angel essence!?’

"Can you tell me a bit about your story? A brief plot or something like that. Maybe I can help you with the ending." Although I wasn't really good at endings. "It's all about two angels that have been cursed by a demon." He still was looking at the air. "What's the demon's cursed against them?" I wanted him to look at me. I was trying to reach for his eyes but he kept on moving his hed sidewards just to avoid my gaze. "The guy will live forever. He will live forever in human world. He will never die," he cleared his throat. "Never." "That's a curse?" My brows crossed. "But isn't that what almost everyone wants? To live forever or at least longer."

"I went to the seer again. I told him everything. He listened—calm, knowing, as if he had foreseen it all along. And then he told me something else." Her next words sent chills through the air. "He said my curse is valuable to the devils… or their demise." She paused, her expression unreadable, before continuing. "He told me that if I wanted to fight back, if I truly wanted to stand against the devils, there was only one place for me—the Angels of the Burning Sun. A place that doesn't take open applications, that only the chosen few even know about. He said he would personally arrange for my recruitment, that my abilities and my curse made me someone they couldn’t ignore. That if I wanted ve

Ceres caressed gently Isabelle’s head before sitting beside Frizabelle. “Now, care to tell us how can we deal with a fallen creature.” Angel went straight to the point as soon as all of them settled down on their own chosen seats in the office. “You can’t. But you can only help them since it is a lifetime curse to the creature who falls from whatever they were dealing from within.” Frizabelle answered honestly. “Then how can we help them keep it a bay?” Mira wondered with her collected cold voice. Angel shivers but in a good way.

Like angel wings across his face . 'Now you see,' he whispered. 'Now you really see.' When I said nothing, he shifted on his knees to face me, a small sardonic smile pulling his mouth up into a smirk. 'This is what they did to us. This is the Mark of the Fallen. A curse given to every angel that followed my father into exile and to every child born of those that fell. The Divine Council made sure that we would find no sanctuary on Earth, because they knew mankind would never accept us in our true form. And who could blame them? We are monsters .'

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app