Cursed Dora Novels & Stories

She told me she knew what I was, despite the fact that I’d kept my nature hidden even from my own father. Wolf shifter, she’d spat. You’ll never find happiness. Never find love. Your humanity will be chipped away at over the years, until all that’s left is the beast. Unless you find your fated mate, and she loves you in return…You’ll be a wolf forever. Up until that moment, I’d never believed in witches or curses. Looking into her ink-dark eyes, I knew I’d been wrong. I felt it. She was a witch, and she’d fucking cursed me.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

Become invincible for 1 second. |Jobs have leveled up |+20 stats points |Vital Stats: Rank: D HP: 52/700 |MP: 0/50 Sitting amidst a macabre scene and surrounded by several soul stones, Dora applied healing magic to his face, breathing heavily. (Have you forgotten who we are? We're used to living in hell, that... It was just a complication... Huh... Do you still want to change? I'm warning you: it hurts like hell."

The more reason why Aurora was sure Garatiya used some love portion on her brother just to get back at her for not keeping up to her own end of the bargain, yes Garatiya married Alex for vengeance but that was not the worst thing she had done to spite Aurora, there was another, which when it finally gets unveiled, even Aurora would not escape it and time, time was ticking towards that very day ***** Dora limped over to open the door after hearing a knock. She had grown to have trouble with her feet over the years and had grown old too soon because of all the trauma she had suffered. It had been eleven years without her dear Shamma and that was enough to threaten to send her to an early grave

“I can sense the turmoil within you, Valeria. It is essential to face the truth, no matter how challenging it may be.” Doris then walked to a wall and placed her hand on something, revealing a hidden staircase leading to an unknown destination. “Follow me,” she instructed. Curiosity leading her on, Valeria followed the elderly woman down the stairs and into a breathtaking library. Unlike the simple cottage above, this place was a marvel of design and knowledge. Neatly arranged shelves held numerous books, leaving Valeria wondering if Doris had read them all. In one corner, a globe adorned with markings caught her eye. It seemed to indicate the locations of werewolf territories around the wor

My attention snapped back to the platform as the Queen continued, voice rising with venom. “This girl is a liar.” Her finger jabbed toward me. “A brute. A nobody.” Her lips curled. “She isn’t even who she claims to be.” Then, with dramatic finality: “Dora is dead.” A charged pause. Her eyes glittered. “The werewolves made sure of that.” For one long heartbeat, the hall held its breath. Then… I laughed. The sound slipped out of me softly. Several heads turned toward me, some staring, some glaring…

I made sure he forgot about you Dora , everything connected to you and including those bastard's . "well it's not like that am the witch here but it seems it's what God what ,well when he woke up the doctor said he had amnesia and guess what when asked, he could remember everything but you know what he doesn't even remember a thing about you and he forgot all about you and you know what the doctor said ,they said if he tries remembering you he's going to go insane and finally die .

Her thoughts faded when Claire started speaking. "Cousin, what are you pampering her for? She is the reason why Aunt is disabled. She is a curse to Aunt. Why are you carrying Aunt's curse like she is precious..." Claire's words were cut abruptly when Kael growled in anger. He is the Alpha. Once he releases his intimidating aura, normal dragons or shifters cannot withstand the pressure.

But if she could draw the creature away, maybe the others could escape… maybe they could find help… maybe they could still end this curse. “Cheska, no!” Marco shouted, his voice full of fear and desperation. But she didn’t stop. Ignoring him, she moved toward the broken doorway. Her hands stretched out in front of her, feeling through the heavy darkness. The whispers grew louder around her, spinning like a storm of voices. Each one felt alive, reaching for her, wrapping around her mind—trying to pull her in, to claim her completely. As Cheska stepped into the hallway, the air turned even colder. It was thick with a strange smell—metallic, like blood, mixed with the sickening sweetness of som

The last thing she saw before the darkness finally claimed her, heavy and absolute, was the flickering orange glow of the firelight retreating as they turned a corner into the blackness of the stairwell. And following her down into the depths, like a curse whispered into a well, was the echo of Celara’s final parting words. “You will confess, little bird. If not today, then when the winter of this cell gets into your bones. Everyone speaks eventually. It is only a matter of how much of yourself you wish to leave behind in this room.” Then, the heavy iron door of the dungeon groaned open, and the world vanished.