Cursed Audiobook Novels & Stories

My chest felt even heavier. We got there without running into her father, thank the moon. The place smelled like old paper and herbs. I stood there awkwardly while she moved between shelves with confidence. She pulled out three books before finally landing on a fourth. She flipped through the pages fast, like she already knew what she was looking for. Then she stopped. “Here,” she said, pointing at the page. I walked over. She looked up at me, voice steady. “The curse is real.” I blinked. “What curse?”

Gunner thought. "Did you just say cursed?" Madam Dera asked, seems she just understood the meaning of the words spoken by the wizard "But how?" She asked. Gunner returned his head to his consultation, he raised his head "This curse is so strong, the spells were sealed with a strong sacrifice and it is not penetrable, "this is..." He paused as he looked around "unto death" Kaiden's eyes watered. 'What have I done wrong!' He lamented mentally, the news pierced his very soul.

He rubbed a hand through his hair, making it even shaggier. “Don’t.” I lifted a hand. “You were just a child. There’s nothing you need to apologize for.” I was glad to see him taking it this hard. If he had been involved in my parents’ deaths, I would have questioned everything. When the three men returned, Carl said, “The witch put him to sleep. He can’t hear anything, and she’s leading the human outside.” Good. Now we could focus on what mattered most. My gaze landed back on Jasmine. “Do you think your friend’s pack might be willing to help?”

I try to speak but my throat is raw, shredded from vomiting blood, and nothing comes out except a hoarse rasp. "I heard your growl," she continues, and the tears are streaming down her face now, unchecked, unashamed. "It woke me from sleep. I heard it and I knew, I knew something was wrong. I knew the curse was escalating and I—" She stops, pressing her forehead against mine. "Why were you so foolish to shift? Why would you do that when you knew what it would cost?" Her voice breaks on every word.

If there was an answer anywhere… It would be here. I searched through the oldest section first, carefully running my fingers across cracked leather bindings faded by time. One book after another came off the shelf. None of them mentioned curses. I kept looking. Finally… One worn spine caught my attention. Across the faded cover, a single word had been pressed into the leather. Curses. I carefully pulled the heavy book free. Dust drifted into the air as I carried it to a nearby table and sat down. Taking a steady breath, I opened the first page. “Well…” I whispered to myself. “Here we go.”

Lucy looked at him confused not knowing what kind of books he is searching for. After more than ten minutes, Devlin came and sat in front of her with some books in his hands. Lucy looked at the books and looked at him with a wide mouth because the book he decided to read is about curses. She knew that he won’t let her go any soon but she never thought he’ll try to break the curse. Though Devlin is broken inside, he smiled at her seeing her reaction. “There is no use in reading those books,” She said looking at the books in front of him.

I let out a sudden, incredulous laugh, sharp as glass. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me there's a bloody Disney reference in there. True love's kiss. You cannot be serious." His mouth twitched, but his eyes remained dark. "I thought the same when I read it. I wanted to laugh it off too. But Lilith..." He tapped the page. "It's not a fairy tale. It's what happened." "But then how am I still alive? I should be dead. The curse contained immortality as well." Silence pressed in on us, heavy and tight. At last he lifted his eyes, absolute and unflinching.

I press a hand there like I can hold my heart together by force. “The Lyovles’ choice determines the speed, not the outcome.” “All beings gone, only to be saved when a single generation who bears the curse is wiped out.” I slam the book shut. The sound echoes too loud in the room. “No,” I whisper again, shaking my head. “No, no, no.” The rumors can't be right! How am I a curse? I've never had any curse like feeling. How would someone cursed behave? Do they constantly take hidden stashes of candies and find Ethics classes boring?

For whatever reason, none of them wanted to be vulnerable again. ‘Right… There’s that rule.’ Farrah understood. One of the rules had made it clear… [ 1. Only the Cursed may enter the Game. Those whose names are written upon the Statue of Avarra shall be pulled into the Trials. You cannot summon yourself, nor refuse the call once chosen. ] Someone had written their names. Someone had cursed them. And if betrayal had brought them here… why would they trust anyone now? Shane remained beside her, silent for a moment as he watched the others vanish into the city’s haze. Then he turned to her.

The air cracked open like thunder. The battlefield had gone eerily still, every sound swallowed by the unnatural quiet that followed the explosion. Smoke curled upward from the scorched earth, and through the haze, Elara could feel it—the pulse of something ancient and wrong spreading through the world. The curse had awakened.