Cursed Dora Novels & Stories

“It’s not just that she’s special, Killian. It’s clear. I’ve been a healer for decades, and even I couldn’t have pulled Korina back from the brink that fast. The girl was practically gone, and yet Dahlia brought her back in record time. That’s not normal healing. That’s… something else entirely. If her ability to lift your…curse, wasn’t enough to convince me that this woman is chosen, then now, I’m sure of it, Killian. Dahlia is far more special than what any of us can imagine.” I’m silent for a moment, letting his words hang in the air, before I finally ask, “Then…why are you telling me this?” Eugene leans forward, lowering his tone. “You know why, Killian. The disaster at the birthday part

Zora, the sharp-eyed warrior who had been invaluable to us in the past, walked briskly toward me. “I’ve got news,” she said, her voice low but urgent. “One of the warriors from Thorne’s camp contacted us. He’s a deserter—his mate was taken by Thorne. He wants to defect.” I raised an eyebrow. “A deserter? How do we know he can be trusted?” Zora’s eyes narrowed with determination. “He’s seen the cracks in Thorne’s leadership. He’s afraid of what’s to come. He’s willing to join us if we can promise him his mate’s safety.”

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

She reached for a book with a red cover; a book that could show a map of the world. “Here—” Winter pointed to an area, “—the Forest of Death is located, in a Balkan city. You can only come at night. Find the golden foxglove and that's where all the cursed souls are.” “Foxglove?” asked Helena in surprise. She had never heard of this. “Gosh, you don't know? All the cursed souls would be trapped in the Forest of Death, but no one would be able to see those souls except… Selena herself.”

I close my eyes shut and open them. Dora's eyes filled with tears, she slowly kneels in the middle of the road, there was still a little black stain on the ground from the accident, she uses her shaky hands to touch it "I don't want to believe you're the one who's gone". I walk close to her and place my hands on her shoulder "soon everything will be revealed" my eyes suddenly caught something, it was an old man with a homeless look, sited in a small wooden caravan, selling some very cheap fake jewellery.

Brittany replied. "You set me up!" Dora said. "And you don't have a good plan for me either, enjoy your jail term, and I heard they found a gun you don't have the license for in your room," Brittany said and left out an evil smile. "I'll make you pay" Dora yelled. "How did you intend to make her pay?" Emma asked with a frown. "I'll still come back to you, you all will pay" Dora shouted. "ouch! I'm scared" Emma said and hold her chest. "What if I make you pay now?" Emma asked moving closer to her "what..." Are you

She wanted Elena there, and because Dora was the woman I would do anything for, I accepted it. “You’re the reason she’s here,” I said coldly, while Dora grabbed my hand and squeezed it softly. “You shouldn’t speak about her that way. She helped stop the curse from ruining us. And she’s kind. I like her.” “Whatever,” I muttered, doing everything possible not to look toward Elena because if I did, I would only end up staring at her with irritation. The priest cleared his throat once more, pulling everyone’s focus back again. “Let us begin. We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of the Rogue King, Xavier Cassian, and his bride, Dora Blackridge.”

It's murderous. Dora has always been a sucker for choky perfumes. It's not her first time here. She comes here weekly to watch her muse—Saint. She didn't get discharged from the hospital yet cos her chest hasn't even started healing, but she discharged herself and came here. Even if she died before tonight, she'd rise from the sand to come watch. She didn't scream like the others. She's a silent watcher. Under her shades, her eyes followed Saint on his bike, steadily.

Dora feigned surprise, her eyes wide with mock innocence. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you," she cooed, the corners of her mouth twitching into a sly grin that she quickly smoothed over. The air in the grand hallway of Xavier’s opulent mansion felt charged—a battlefield of wills and hidden daggers. "At least she's fine, right?" Dora continued, her voice laced with venomous sweetness. "I mean, Cathleen couldn't bear you a son. Maybe you should marry the woman who was supposed to be your wife in the first place; don't you agree with me? It was just a girl. I don't know why she would faint because of a girl; maybe it was a boy. Why make a fuss over a dead girl?"

But her next words shocked eveey soul present their, " I curse u ,Elis Rosewood .I ,the rejected mate of Dian ' Julie Adams ' curses you. You would suffer the same wound as mine. You would never be able to love , your mate. As I never got , mine . Only because of u and ur acts. " And she fainted causing pin drop silence in whole palace. The cry of werewolves were heard indicating the dark phase arrival. Elis , who listened every thing , took a step back . Never had she thought , she would be punished for the mistake ,she never did.