Cursed Blade Novels & Stories

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

I looked menacingly up at the moon and muttered under my breath, “What new games are you playing now, Selene? First, you bestowed us with a curse, and now this. My mate is a Lycan, the most powerful one. Yet, she’s so vulnerable. We couldn’t be together.” Moon Goddess must have been laughing at me from up above. Gritting my teeth, I finally reached the cottage. Padding through the empty hall, I rushed upstairs and reached her room. Panic fueled my entrance as I swept through the door. I laid Diana down, her stillness sending a chill through me. I grasped her shoulders, shaking her, desperate for a sign of life. But she didn’t move.

Sebastian looked away and suddenly a familiar scream echoed in his head. IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER. He flinched shaking his head and gulping down. Sparing a single glance at Darren he walked back to the punching bag grabbing it with both hands. The bag was slightly ripped off, why couldn't he get that particular sentence out of his end from the night she spat on his face? Something bigger and unchangeable might happen.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

His eyes widened, then dimmed as he fell lifeless. Rian emerged from the darkness, his silver eyes shining with a madness Kael had never witnessed before. Kael's heart turned to ice. “Rian… what have you done?” Rian offered a faint smile, lowering the bloody blade. “What I was meant to do. Do you believe you can defy fate, Kael? You are oblivious. The curse was never intended to be eradicated — it was meant to dominate.” Kael's claws elongated, rage and disbelief clashing within him. “You betrayed your pack… your Luna.”

His words were contained with conviction, and I believed him "I'm a cursed wolf, my power is like a double-edged sword so extreme and powerful, yet wildly unpredictable. I can't control when I shifts, I always loose control and unleashing havoc on those around me. The memories of my past victims haunt me, every I closed my eyes,Every full moon, I'm consumed by a fury and always leave behind atrail of bloodshed." I said to him.

The curse had changed weapons—from chains and darts to verses and bonds. But for the first time, it wasn’t the only one holding a blade. So was I.

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

She vanished into the hallway and returned with a second blade, simpler but no less beautiful, its steel gleaming softly. Uncle Eren’s eyes lit up. “You’re spoiling me,” he said, handing her twice the agreed amount without hesitation. “You’re too kind,” she said, surprised. “Not many would do that.” “History deserves respect,” he replied, his tone firm but warm. The woman paused as Uncle Eren lifted the first scimitar, her gaze darkening slightly. “My husband used to say these blades were cursed,” she said, almost to herself. “Said the blood they spilled never left them. Passed down from one war to the next, each time claiming something from their owners.”

He saw my reaction and he smiled apologetically. “Okay, cut the crap. Now who has the blade?” he asked and I know he was losing his patience. All he wanted to know is if Reed still have the blade, he was still shady and mysterious and keep the things to himself. But now I was the alpha. “No dad, Reed don’t have the blade, the witches have it and I think someone is helping them.” I said and there was mix of emotions crossing his face. His eyes knitted together before he hummed in understanding.