Cursed Blade Novels & Stories

I said removing the bloodied sword and wiping the blood on his white sneakers. "She is Clearene Blake, I don't expect you to know her..." He spat out a lump of blood before continuing. "She changes people's fate, she could do almost anything. So don't think your little blade can do anything to harm her." He warned, by now his ripped hand have healed totally and he grabbed needle on the floor and made to inject me again but the lion ripped out his head before he could finish. The name sounded familiar and I tried to remember where I heard that name before but I couldn't. Rubbing my temple with my left palm I sighed in frustration.

I thought if I was calm, if I was reasonable, I could get through to her. Now, with nothing left to lose, he was breaking free. And Blade… Blade was dangerous. Blade wasn’t just any wolf. He was cursed. Marked. When I was eighteen, my father was still Alpha, and we went to war with a witch’s coven who were preying on our borders. We won. I won. It made my father proud of me and everyone admired me. But the last witch, with her dying breath, didn’t curse me. She cursed him. She twisted something in Blade’s spirit, making his rage a living thing, a madness that could consume us both.

My breath hitches. No, it's her. My wolf, Kaya. "Kaya..." I gasps, stumbling back as howls of victory echo around me. Then silence. The waters stills. "What is that?" I whisper. Cyre steps close, her hands gripping my shoulders gently. "That is your past," she says. "And the future it bleeds into." From within her cloak, she withdraws a blade. It hilt bound in bone and cursed thread. It edge forged in obsidian and kissed with blood. And within it core - something is alive. Screaming.

It sat there, a rude truth lodged in a man who had tried to outsmart ruin. “Of course,” he snarled, half laugh, half fury. “Of course it doesn’t kill me.” Sienna’s eyes widened, at him, at the blade, at the silver refusing mortal rules. Behind them, the gate boomed, hinges shrieking their last. Eamon shouted retreat; Kael roared advance; the moon poured a new river of light across the field and dared them all to drown. Ryder grabbed the hilt and wrenched. Pain exploded white. The blade came free. The wound did not close. It didn’t have to. The curse held him together like a cruel seamstress basting a man with wire.

It emanated power, but it also emitted something else, something sinister. A person emerged from the light before I could touch it. With glistening silver eyes and a flowing robe that appeared to be composed of starlight, it was ethereal, nearly human but not quite. The spirit said, "Stop," its voice echoed in my head instead of my ears. This blade is a curse as well as a weapon. To wield it is to completely lose oneself. My fingertips were just inches from the light when I froze. "What are you saying? With a trembling voice, I asked.

His voice was level but his jaw was locked tight. "That is not nothing." I pulled his arm toward me and looked at the wound directly. The dark lines were spreading faster now. Deliberate. Patterned. I had seen Morvanna's craft long enough to recognise her signature in it. "That blade was cursed." "I noticed," he said through his teeth.

Ronan staggered but grinned. "You're slowing down, brother," he spat the word with venom. Derek was slowing. His arms trembled from exhaustion. The fights with the Rogues had drained him. Blood poured from a gash on his shoulder, and every movement pulled at it. Ronan’s hand disappeared into his coat. When it emerged, it held a blade—blackened steel, old, and cursed. It pulsed with an eerie red glow. Derek's eyes widened. "That blade..." "Forged with the blood of traitors and Alpha flesh," Ronan said. "Fitting for the end of you."

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

"What are you doing? Get out of here!" I grabbed my best friend's hand and turned to run, but the one behind us blazed his white teeth and flashed forward. I quickly turned around and kicked him in the stomach, but at the same time, another guy came at Cammie. For that split second, my heart stuck in my throat. To my surprise, Cammie held off his oversize bite with a blow, making the undead stumbled backward. "Ow!" Cammie cried and shook her hand in pain. "Is his face made of stone or something?"