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.

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.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

she bitterly smiled, “so my desire is my origin. What's with my parents, the ancestors, the ancient? What cause this suffering in my heart when I'm only want is live?” Her expression change greatly as she added, “Do I deserve it?” “Nonsense!” The voice vibrated, and the white fragment cause her pupils to shrink. “No one deserve such a thing. The curse is a price from the ancient, and it's nothing personal, lady.” Nuahanna shook violently. The white fragment came to her mind, causing her mind to spun. The way it spun, it revive the emotions in the deepest of her soul! Creeching, splashing and banging sounds filled her mind. Then the images so bright it daze her, and she vibrated herself. Her