Cursed Ariel Novels & Stories

Alaric roared, punching his hand. Elliot grasped his shoulders and said, “That won’t help us in any way. If we kill her the curse would become permanent. The 0.01% chance that we have of freeing you from the curse will be lost too. Alaric exhaled deeply and nodded. “Any luck?” “Aunt Sue is working on it… there is one way but Aunt Sue doesn’t want me to tell you about it.” “Just spit it out, Elli.” “Ummm… you can request the Witch of Artemia to free you from the curse.”

I ignored his stare and placed my cigarette in my mouth, drew a deep one and blew the smoke into the air. “I heard you were cursed while you were still in your mother’s womb” I smirked. I wouldn’t be surprised about how news spread in the werewolf pack, I mean, we move faster than regular people, so obviously our news should spread. “By your fucking goddess, yes. I heard too, Alpha. It was a really unpleasant curse but you know one thing, I loved how the spell was spoken and placed. Damn! That woman must be related to Williams Shakespeare” I said referring to the goddess.

I rasped in shock. "Sit down and listen to me Ditya... Sarafina's mother was my friend but I wronged her in the most brutal way possible that she was so enraged and cursed my son to an heart of ice... We had to part ways and she had to leave her family in Zedora making them think she was dead" "After years of searching we finally found the cure to his curse, A Sheba" "A Sheba? In this century?" I scoffed. "Finding a ice panda in the middle of summer would have been easier"

Also, the pain of losing someone close is very hard and on top of that, to live with the guilt of murdering them is enough to make a person dead inside. It's been three years since Jacob has left the world leaving me alone to deal with the werewolves. I am still the Luna Queen but it's only a title for me because I don't have the right to make any decision as now I am considering a cursed person. However, I don't feel bad about it because after hearing the same thing for so many years, I also have started to believe that I am really an unlucky person or why my mate would die so tragically.

Her answer sure came as a surprise to me. “It’s hard to understand this but the ancestors of the Goldsman were lycanthrope. It’s said that the Eldest Goldsman was referred to as Lord. He was cursed by a nasty witch after he ordered her execution for murdering innocent kids in name of sacrificial rituals. Due to it, he underwent a lot of trouble.” Caitlyn had a distant look in her eyes, staring past my shoulders towards the forest behind me.

he thanked her and she bowed and walked away. The curse will have an effect on her every sixth day when the sun sets, for weeks after weeks. She would experience excruciating pain and her body would shut down for days. Everyone was worried about her, and no one could figure out what was wrong with her except only she knew. After the seventh week, her coma lasted only one day. The curse's full effect was wearing off, but the pain was becoming more intense. She'd have a fall and then wake up after a day or two. Throughout his work and the conditions of his kingdom, Aiden never left her side. Wolves were going missing in large numbers, and nothing seemed to be working. Ariel was in the hospital

Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next. "He chose to kill himself," sister Clarity said. "What if the guy can't die? What if he will never die?" Ken asked with a stern voice. "What do you mean Mr Hendrix?" Sister Clarity's brows crossed. "I mean what if that was cursed of Lucifer to him? What If he was cursed to live forever so that he'll suffer forever, watching the woman he loves die repeatedly." My brows crossed. I heard a pinch of pain in his voice or maybe I was just delusional. Plus his idea made me more confused and curious about the two angel's love stories.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

No birds, No insects, Only that gentle whisper. “This way…” At last I entered a small clearing I had never seen before. In its center stood an ancient stone arch, half swallowed by vines. The same crescent symbol was carved into its weathered surface. My pendant grew warm… Not painfully, Almost… joyfully. I reached toward the carving, about to touch it. “Stop.” Darius’s voice cut through the silence, jolting me back to reality. I gasped for air and spun around to face Darius.