Cursed Audiobook Novels & Stories

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Thank the goddess for that. "How do you undo a secrecy spell?" She said a few words and then nodded to Damon. "talk," the friendly brother demeanour was gone, and his pure Alpha Damon was here now. "It is a long story, but it starts with Thadeous. Oliver has been there since they killed his mother and stole him from the academy. He sold me to the blood moon assassins because of my abilities. I have been training and murdering people for money since I was five years old. This new ability to see the future and crack open the earth only started this week. I don't know how to control it yet. I am still figuring it out. I killed Thadeous because he tried to rape me. I tore out his throat, or well

She felt for the structure and immediately recognised him as Vivy. “ LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI” [Beautiful woman without mercy] “You almost scared me “ “you almost took away my life not showing up for 5 hours after I reached your home.” “Feeling shy dear ,its my first experience.” “Do you mean mine is hundredth?” “Maybe because you actually kidnapped me.So you could have done the same things to others.” “I swear Elsa yours were the first cleavage I smothered and yours were the first lips I bit, these eyes were the first pegs that I had that intoxicated me.”

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

Gates flooded inside his mind and the doors that he currently went through are still not enough to see everything and the plan at the very end at hand, yet is bringing him the chill and excitement he surely is loving more than ever. ‘A verse yet to see, read it aloud, and there it comes to a death angel who will claim your soul.’ Taken by the words and the depiction that took him more than the wonder and the truth out of the facts of the other verses, that are the howling stance of the book they are all running in a circle from. He draws a Cheshire-like smile unto his face, as he flips the pages of the book once more. Arriving unto that certain place where the curse is looming from within.

"I want you to stop pretending you're the heroes of this story when you're not." "That's enough." Dorian's voice cracked like a whip. "Both of you, sit down." We sat. The tension in the room was suffocating. Dorian walked back to his desk and pulled out a large, leather-bound book. "What Miss Ashford is describing is the curse we now call the Founder's Curse. It's been killing vampires slowly for three centuries. And it's accelerating." "Can it be broken?" someone asked. The question sounded desperate.

The crack still ran down the center of the book’s final page, thin as a splinter, dark as ash. No words had returned. No ink. No revelation. Just that damn humming. I’d traced the curve of it over and over again with my fingertips until my skin was raw and my nerves on edge. But whatever was hidden inside that page refused to show itself. “Maybe it’s cursed,” Sevrin said from the far corner of the chamber. “Wouldn’t be the first time the Council tried to bury knowledge behind a spell designed to break minds.”

And he let me claw my own eyes out because he left me alone with voices I couldn't silence. I closed my eyes. The bone's hunger pressed against my mind. It offered me a simple solution. One act. One choice. And the curse would be gone. Kael would be free. I would be free. The voices would stop. But freedom built on erasure wasn't freedom. It was just a different kind of cage. I opened my eyes. "No," I said. The bone's pulse stuttered. No? The stones' hum sharpened. You refuse the gift?

“And craving death... that’s the darkest curse an immortal can inflict upon themselves. An endless curse.” I swallowed hard, my throat tight as the tension thickened. My heart seemed to slow, weighed down by the oppressive silence and the unease that hung heavy around the table. “But...” I mumbled, my eyes scanning the pages of my mother’s books in my mind. “There’s a cure for this disease, right? Forced activation—” I had barely finished speaking when everyone turned to me, their eyes wide with a terror that pierced straight into my soul. The air grew dense with their heavy auras, and the discomfort creeping on their faces twisted into something far more horrifying.