Cursed By A Gypsy Novels & Stories

He was my enemy and turned out to be my mate on the night of my 18th birthday. The moon goddess was unfair! Was that what I deserved after suffering so much! This is my third chance mate and he is still going to reject me as I meant nothing just like the way that the previous ones did. The only thing that I thought will put an end to all this pain and misery is finding a mate that will want and accept me like his own. I was termed a curse as everybody distances themselves from me, they despise and hate my existence. I was bullied, molested, punched, kicked, and turned into a pack slave. My other mates were all from our pack, so the possibility that they could reject me was 100% though it hu

I narrowed my gaze at her, awed by her audacity and fearlessness. So she knew I was cursed? "It's not a consideration. I am cursed." I clarified. Her mindset about my curse being a rumour was questioning. My bride surprised me by walking over to the table set up for us. She really wasn't scared? "Have tea with me Miguel, if I am allowed to call you by your name?" She smiled like she hadn't just found out her would be mate was a cursed wolf, eleven years older than she was. Deciding to play along with her ignorance, I accepted her offer.

Darren’s POV “What about the curse?” I asked her with so much hope. “Curse is still there. A powerful witch had cast it in return for a favor. Diana had gained the favor, so the curse couldn’t be reverted unless Moon Goddess breaks it herself.” The glow emanating from her hand stopped as her eyes turned to normal. However, my heart sank to the depths. Where was I in this entire story? “I’ve got to tell Marcus. She’s indeed the girl of prophecy.”

I said moving backward and placing my hand in front of me. "Shout, you say. Remember that you are nothing but a hybrid werewolf with a bloody scent cursed by the goddess herself to all the inhabitants of this pack. No one will come to your rescue. They will think it's a good thing that you're gone." He said moving closer, his eyes were red. I moved backward and my back came in contact with the wall. He immediately placed his hand on the wall, beside me. I was trapped.

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

Helleborus was a wretched creature, doomed to beg for a crumb of life until Death grew tired of watching the woman's humiliation and finally giving her the well-deserved rest. That woman was old enough that she had songs about her misfortune, curses sung to the children to behave, the seasonal festivals reveled in the satires they made of her. Hyacinth would have his name stained by the same tar that seemed to be the woman's hair, but she didn't feel so good leaving that poor wretched creature helpless. Then the woman had an idea, a little cruel, but she wanted to know if Hellebore really wanted so much to live.

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

He prefers to be a strong and rebellious man in challenging action films. "This is not pure romance. In fact, the director chose you because you are considered very compatible with Peter's strong character," Ethan corrected. William sighed again, "no," he said then took a sip of his beverage. Not only a manager, Ethan is also William's cousin. The two of them grew up together since childhood. Ethan is the closest person to and knows all about William. Including the real identity of the 29 year old man, who is a werewolf. The existence of werewolves is like a joke to most of people in the world. But there are also those who believe, even obsessed with finding proof. But in fact, the creature

I'd hardly call it a meaningful friendship, she knows that as well as I do. 'Well, whatever she is to you, what will she have done to Addi?' ' If they've got to him first, he would have been collected.' ' Collected? ' I echoed. 'I heard Juliette say that. What is it?' 'It's what we do,' he said, walking back to the table and picking up the glass. 'We collect the cursed. People like you. People who can see our world.' 'I'm cursed?' I said. 'Do you feel blessed?' he replied, glancing at me, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.