Cursed Blade Novels & Stories

"So what do you want me to do? Beg my mate to let you go?" "That was the plan this morning, but as of ten minutes ago, the plan changed," he smirked. "My ancestors are very kind. Among the treasures they left to me, there is a sword of a thousand curses that is useless against light elves, vampires, dragons and fairies, but quite effective for powerful shifters and magic users. The last time I checked, your mate was at the top of the top. All I need is the blood of someone who has suffered from a curse for a long time. Guess who,"

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

It had a small knife embedded in its back. Realization hit me like a thunderbolt. This must be Emily’s wolf! The witch had stabbed and bound her to this image, refraining her from making her appearance. Gritting my teeth, I reached for the blade. The moment my fingers grasped the hilt, the cavern seemed to pulse with power. With a deep breath, I yanked it free. The image crumbled into dust—then vanished into thin air. I staggered, my head spinning. Relief coursed through me, but so did exhaustion. My hand clutched at my torso where the cursed blade had pierced me. The wound refused to heal, dark magic keeping it fresh and searing.

Behind it lay the Lunaris Blade—a weapon forged by the first Moon Blessed, imbued with the essence of starlight and sorrow. Selene had never touched it. Until now. She whispered the incantation, voice steady. The runes flared to life. The door groaned open. And the chamber beyond seemed to hold its breath. There, atop a stone pedestal, lay the blade—its hilt wrapped in lunar silk, its edge gleaming faintly as if lit from within. The moment her fingers closed around it, a wave of energy surged up her arm—pain and clarity in equal measure. Visions danced behind her eyes: fire, fangs, Lucian’s smile twisted in triumph… and a throne of bone rising from ash.

Despite the scary fight going on infront of me, my mind managed to be swamped with many other things, different smells began to hit my nose and the thoughts bothering me were quite unclear. He managed to throw Brenda off balance, sending her sprawling across the ground. He pounced on her, his powerful jaws snapping dangerously close to her throat. Brenda growled and twisted, she twisted free and lashed out, catching him off guard. She took advantage of the momentary lapse, darting away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of hatred and something else—fear, perhaps? "This isn't over," she growled, her voice rough and menacing, s

And we'll crush him underneath it when he does. Returning to Rebecca I was given a blade by the witches. It was obsidian—cold, black, and buzzing as if it had its own pulse. Power shot through me like wildfire as my fingers wrapped around it. Somewhere behind me, I heard the leader's voice. "You learned to keep back from the wolves" to control your instincts. to shrink yourself. But here, you'll learn to let go," she said, pausing. I wanted to hit her in the face with the sword. However, I didn't see her when I looked at the blade. They were visible to me.

James gently waved his hand and said, “Sir, please calm down and let me finish.” The Blade Sect’s Leader, Yash, waved his hand and said, “Let him speak.” Only then did the elder step back. James continued to explain, “As we all know, there’s a curse on Sangria that prevents men from surviving after a month. “Moreover, this world is cursed, and no living being can live over a million years. “I came to find the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword to lift the curse on this world. Once it’s lifted, living beings will be able to make it past a million years.”

This was unquestionably a valuable find, and everyone was ecstatic. There was already someone at the auction with a similar weapon, which added to its worth. Selena Wright, the Empire's sole Swordmaster, had just become one after receiving her "Cursed Moonblade." After witnessing Selena fight the high-ranking disaster beast of an A-rank dungeon, the sword's might could only be intensified. It was stated that a single slash killed the monster in one stroke while simultaneously cutting the dungeon in half. The Blade of Seven Seas' power was guaranteed if it could be compared to the Cursed Moonblade. 'Seven Seas Blade, huh?'

Taking a deep breath, I smelt the shift in the air. Sighing with a small smirk, I glanced at all the cursed ones before my gaze settled back onto Mother. "I'm sorry to bring you all the bad news, but I'm afraid I can't let you have my blood." Reaching behind my shirt, I pulled out a small silver dagger with vine engravings on the handle. Holding the blade by my side, I stared at my mother. A few of the cursed ones growled in my direction as they noticed the knife at my side.

Memories that weren’t mine flashed across my mind in fractured bursts. Ancient wolves kneeling beneath eclipsed moons. Blood staining snow. A woman screaming while shadows swallowed an entire battlefield. The first Luna. The first curse. The dagger wasn’t a weapon. It was an inheritance. “Aria!” Riven shouted. Kael moved. His blade began its fatal descent, I struck first. The dagger sliced through the air. The world split open. A shockwave of black and silver power erupted from the blade, colliding with Kael before steel could meet flesh. The force hurled him backward with brutal violence.