Cursed Audiobook Novels & Stories

QUINN Under that, folded in multiple layers of parchment, lay one of the books I’d come across when I started to suspect Theodore of betrayal. The one who talked of the curse in cryptic terms. The one I never did risk opening after that. I put it on the table, hands still. And I began to read. --- *The curse, in the original language, was neverending. It had no cure. But it was me who had ended it — unmade the bond that had been holding it up.

He grinned. “The girl is not here … now.” Hugo half turned his back to Aryadi and Burhan. The grin on his lips didn't disappear either. “But I'm not sure about a few seconds ago.” Burhan tried to argue and yell, but Hugo interrupted him loudly as if he already knew what Burhan was going to say. “You haven't forgotten who I am, have you? The reason why I'm called the Cursed?” Hugo hissed like a snake in the middle of a savanna whose calm was disturbed. But then his tone became jolting again. “I can smell them!”

“And even if it was jealousy, it doesn’t make my pulse this fast.” Before I could find an answer, Cassidan appeared at the end of the hall. “Riven, Kael. We need to talk.” We followed him to the common room. Damon was already there, pacing, a faint scowl between his brows. Cassidan held an old leather-bound book in his hand, its spine cracked, pages lined with runes that glowed faintly blue. “I found something,” Cassidan said. “In the archives. About the curse.” My heart thudded. “You mean the one binding the Ardent bloodline?”

Whatever fragile hope of peace this meeting was meant to build is gone, crumbling like ash between my fingers. All that’s left are wolves glaring at me with murder in their eyes. All that’s left is the bond thrumming louder than ever, wild and undeniable, reminding me with every breath that Ronan Draven’s life is mine and mine is his. The last sound that cuts through the chaos, through the whispers and growls and the pounding in my ears, is a single word rolling like thunder across both packs: “Cursed.” It doesn’t matter who says it first. It doesn’t matter who echoes it after.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

Self-destruction. But nowhere in any of the texts could I find a single mention of someone breaking the curse. Of someone surviving it. By the time evening rolled around my eyes were burning from reading the old script. My head is pounding from trying to piece together centuries of information. And my hands are shaking from too much coffee and not enough food. Tormund finally closed the last book. Rubbed his face with both hands. "We've found the pattern. Found the history. But we're no closer to finding a cure."

Leona was confused as she turned to the two men in turn. Ethan stared in disbelief at Leona. He seemed to doubt what he had just heard. How could there be anyone in this country who didn't know William Redorge's status as director and main heir to the famous R Corp? "Why are you silent? There's really something important that-" "Never mind, not a big deal." William cut off Leona's words. Leona screeched in confusion. Not long after, a burst of laughter broke out from in front of Leona. He is Ethan. Leona felt even more strange. It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly.

“Oh, this is amazing." “This isn't funny!” I scowl. “She's got you good,” Fabian cackles. “You actually think you're cursed, don't you? Actually, I do, because now we're beginning to hear strange voices. What karma.” "This isn't funny, Fabian. I'm hearing voices, and yet no one is around me. If you ask me, it's something we should be concerned about because right now, I don't think anyone is behind this. I think I'm being cursed for good. Or some ghost might be following me now.

"I know the three unforgivable curses and I couldn't wait to tell you." I bit my cheek to refrain from smiling. "Really? Let's hear it." "Killing Curse, Cruciatus, and Imperius." I smiled. "You got it!" I watched his smile grew into a full grin. "Did you read the entire book or did you just skimming through pages to search for it?" I secretly hoped he'd be dedicated enough to read the entire book. Honestly, it was hard for me to understand people who skipped some pages of a book.

she rasped, her voice broken but fierce, “you told me once you’d burn the world before you let anyone take me. Don’t you dare let this curse take you instead.” For the briefest flicker, the fire in his eyes faltered. A twitch, a shudder. Then Azeron laughed, a jagged, broken sound. “Pathetic. A human heart cannot fight a god’s curse.” Adrien’s body convulsed. His grip loosened, and then tightened again. His head snapped back as if he were battling himself inside his own skin. The cavern shook violently, boulders collapsing from above. Sera clawed at his hand, her voice desperate. “You are not this curse! You are mine!”