Cursed Blade Novels & Stories

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

I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze back up to his face. Nox walked to a shelf and retrieved a bottle before lounging in a chair. "Come here.” I hesitated, then approached slowly. "What's going on?" He held out the bottle, which contained a strange purple liquid. "Take this." "What is it?" I asked, eyeing the bottle suspiciously. In response, Nox turned his back to me, and I gasped. A long, angry cut ran across his lower back. “Silver blade," he explained, his voice tight. "Laced with wolfsbane. It won't close unless you apply this."

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.

The rejection blade. "State your intentions, Beta Tore," Morio said. Tore's hands shook as he reached for the blade. "I... everyone was saying..." "Speak clearly," Morio snapped. "The moon sees everything." "Everyone was saying the curse, Kiera." Tore's words came out fast and scared me. "Three mates died! Three! Silas died in that hunting accident just two weeks after he accepted you. Then David got killed by rogues. And Wesley..." He shook. "Wesley just dropped dead. No reason. Nothing."

Valeria hissed, her voice a jagged shard of glass, "then there will be no Luna at all!" She lunged, the dagger in her hand pulsing with a sickly, oily blackness—a blade forged from the soul-metal of the Abyss, designed to kill even a god. "Sera! No!" The voice wasn't a scream; it was a command. Ryan didn't hesitate. He didn't calculate the cost. He moved with the singular, devastating speed of a mate’s devotion. The sound was sickening—a dull *thud* as the cursed blade buried itself to the hilt, not in Seraphina’s back, but in Ryan’s chest.

A wave of my powerful howl hit his chest, and a sliver of fear was shown in his eyes. I lunged at him but he dodged and pulled a knife from under his shirt. I instinctively frowned at the sight of the blade. It wasn’t an ordinary one but cursed. I could feel the cursed power radiating off it. I dodged his attack and jumped before letting out a roar and slamming his body against the wall that toppled over the bricks fell and we both landed on messed up ballroom area. For instance, my eyes rose and I found Claus fighting Aloysius and bloodied Cassius at his side as Veles fought several warriors.

I reach the back slope just in time to see her draw her blade. She stands alone. Legs trembling. Eyes locked on Enzo. He smiles at her like she’s prey. And I know what he’s about to do before he even raises the sword. I hurl myself between them. The blade slices into me with a sound I’ll never forget—like cloth tearing underwater. It pierces through flesh, through bone, into something deeper. Something sacred. I collapse, but not from pain. From disconnection. My wolf howls in my skull, a sound of betrayal. The blade was cursed—dark-magic forged. Designed not just to kill.

He gave a pained yell, stumbling forward and clutching his side. "You Hunter bitch!" He spat the words with venom, blood seeping through the fingers he pressed against the wound. I hadn't hit anything vital, a strike like that wouldn't be fatal to his kind. But it wouldn't heal. Not anytime soon. That was the beauty of my sword. My most prized possession. Anyone kissed by its edge was cursed with a wound that refused to close. No medicine, no dark magic could stitch it shut. The curse would only end if passed to another. Unless my blade tasted someone else's flesh, that wound would weep for eternity. Or at least until his death.

A cursed Relic stolen from Silvermoon’s old ruins. The Moonfang blade. A dagger forged with forbidden magic, made to weaken an Alpha’s bond with its pack, causing inner caos and mental erosion. ——— Marisa walked past the guards in her designer heels and artificial charm. Servants came in behind her with boxes, dolls,puzzles,and candies. These things she brought with hidden enchantments designed to charm and Manipulate. Damian was coming down the stairs he was seething. He approached Marisa with anger all over him. She didn’t tell him she was coming today.

I can't sit by and watch him die, I'd rather die first. The deathly cyclone had circled us already, my eyes shot open as I slowly grabbed the magical Athame blade with my left hand. It was the last piece needed to break the curse, It's magic is strong enough to call upon the elementals and the forces of nature. Esther eyes was tight closed. We continued chanting repeatedly, I pierced my right palm with the Athame blade, my blood staining the blade.