Cursed By A Gypsy Novels & Stories

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

“And I am every one of those things to them. So now, I'm showing you the part of me no one outside my pack knows.” “I'm cursed.” He said it so nonchalantly that for a second I thought he was telling me he had a mole on his face. “What?” A wolf? Cursed? I'd never heard of it. Was such a thing even possible? “What does that mean? Like a witch cast a spell on you?” That was as impossible as the moon revolving backwards. “Not a witch, but by the goddess. She cursed me. We call it the Artemis Curse or the Moon Curse.”

In short, he had taken a very handsome appearance today so he must really be in a bad mood. “What do you want to know? I need to return to breaking glass.” He asked dryly. “She can see ghouls and it's not because of the reaper’s markings.” “Isn't it obvious? She is cursed.” “What?!” Catalina blurted out. Before I could get hold of her, she'd already sprung out to face fate. “Why? What did I do wrong?”

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

" Admit what you are... " I'm a gypsy " my throat hurt, making my voice sound hoarser than usual " and I'll celebrate when you're paying for what you've done in hellfire. His hand wrapped around my neck again, making me accept my fate and close my eyes. At least I tried. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ¹not gypsies

The once-feared tyrant king, now broken and bound, looked utterly helpless. “I was cursed,” he began, his voice trembling. “Cursed in a way I never understood. Werewolves were taboo in this kingdom—I had to hide it. For years, I lived in fear of being exposed.” His eyes grew distant, lost in memory. “Then I met a shaman. He told me the cure was witch’s blood—the blood of a witch your heart beats for. The blood of the witch you love.”

I tightened the rope of the jacket of my lacy nightdress and walked out of the room to get a glass of water. Nothing made sense and I was tired of finding half the information. Why couldn't they just tell me straight? What is the origin of the curse for it to demand so much cautiousness to prevent backlash? There was one thing I knew for sure. The curse was either placed on blood wolves by a god or a demon. Only those two creatures could place a curse that would affect the law of casualty. It won't be hard to believe that a god did it because they are fond of cursing people at the slightest provocation.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

"What the hell did I just see?" "You’ve really pissed someone off, luna." Rome responded, pursing his lips. "You’ve got a rather strong curse on you." "Curse?" I repeated, not sure if I believed what he said. "And what kind of curse is it?" "It is a Vindicta curse." Rome explained. "It seems that you’ve done something to highly offend the caster." "I mean, that is a possibility." I agreed. After all, my past was marred with lots of death and hate. "But if I do have such a curse on me, how do I get rid of it?"

he said. "What! It can't be. I was the one he loved at first. Why the sudden twist of fate?" I asked. "You have to understand that the Alpha is under a curse and the only person that can help him break it is that girl and that's why they are bonded together," he explained. "Curse…! I think I have a brief knowledge of that," she said. "I am telling you all this so that you won't feel worse when you find him in the arms of another woman. They are fated mates," he said.