Cursed Dora Novels & Stories

she shouts, pulling her friend away from the ruin. "I can't face him, he lied, he was the same person all the time and he lied to me!" she mutters, struggling against her friend. "What are you going to do with your friend?" Efhesto asked. "Kill her, you'll ruin the plan, Alessa has to get into the house so I can seal it until the curse kills her." she says coldly as they argue "I'm going back to town and I'm going to tell you where you are, pregnant! I'll never let you..." Dora was a few meters away from Alessa and felt a thread run through her chest, spit a large black stain on the ground and turned to Alessa.

*** Writer's POV; Dora made her way into the hospital building looking around, deep down she was praying someone didn't see her. After what happened the other day she hasn't been coming to work. Wondering who the nurse is? She's Dora, Alisha's friend back in the Greyhound pack. She just resumed work at the hospital two years back. At first, when Henry suggested he kill the Alpha he agreed because of what Darien did to her friend, but after giving it a second thought she refused the offer. As she walked along the lonely corridor she felt a pair of eyes digging deep into her skin. She knew someone was following her, but who? Soon she heard a movement beside her but before she could turn back t

Aurora didn’t have the time to check who that person was and rushed right in. The door closed behind her. The woman who helped her grabbed her wrist and shoved her into a small pantry. The faint light illuminated the dingy space and the woman’s face. “You!” Aurora gasped. It was the girl who helped them to kill Danton in the camping site, Dora. Aurora hadn’t heard from her again ever since she fled the camping site. She didn’t expect to see Dora again, especially under this circumstance. “Keep quiet!” Dora said under her breath and drew the pantry’s curtain shut.

I inquired. "Oh, my apologies," she said, placing a hand on her chest. "Forgive my manners. I am Dora. You have already met my mother, the head of our coven." "Oh," I responded. "You are much friendlier than her," I remarked. Dora chuckled, saying, "My mother might come across as tough, but she has a kind side, you will see." “So the rumors are true then, “ she said while observing me from head to toe and then gave a tiny smile.

This was a curse placed by witches on hybrids. Endor married Aphrodite when his first wife become barren. Aphrodite birthed two children, Falcon Finn Celeste and Angelina Rose Celeste. Queen Nora died twenty-two years ago on 15 September. Blank. I flipped around but nothing. The next pages were completely black. There was nothing more about Lucifer. What type of curse were they talking about? And how did Nora die, why wasn't it written there? **** "You give her excess to the library?" "I did.....and why is it anyone your business?" Lucifer snarled irritated by the passing second.

I was asking them to throw all that away based on photos that could potentially be doctored. My father leaned forward. "Mila, do you have any witnesses? Anyone who can corroborate these claims?" I hesitated. We had kept Dora hidden on purpose. Bringing her out was risky. But we were losing. I could feel the council slipping away. Believing Richard's lies. "I do." I looked toward the back of the room. "Theodora Steele. Please come forward." The door at the back opened. Dora walked in. She wore a simple black dress. Hair pulled back. Face composed. But I saw her hands shaking. Saw the fear in her eyes as she walked down the aisle between the rows of powerful werewolves.

“Because of you. The goddess is never cruel, she bound Leora’s soul to the curse as well. That is why it repeats. You, Violet… you are Leora returned. The curse is equally his and yours to bear.” Blood roared in my ears, me? ME? “I am not Leora.” I rebuffed immediately. “It doesn't make sense,” Brian added, but his tone sounded like it already made sense to him. “It doesn't have to make sense,” Willow replied gently. I shot to my feet. There wasn't much space to pace but the three back and forth steps were enough to do the job. “So what, I've been body hopping and getting killed by the same wolf for almost a century?” My voice was louder than I intended but I didn't care.

Because now, here I was, listening as my father, my not-yet-fiancé, and six council elders debated whether I needed an exorcism. The healer spoke first, “Her vitals are stable. It’s strange—by all logic, she should still be healing. And yet…” There was a low murmur. “There’s barely a scratch left.” “ROMERO!” Elder Ezekiel’s voice nearly rattled the damn walls. “That damn girl is a curse! The moonlit ceremony was meant to be sacred, yet this happened? What kind of creature was that? Even Prince Elio couldn’t bring it down. Look at him!"

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

someone shouted, his voice rising above the din. "Cursed omega!" another chimed in, his voice dripping with malice. Astrid tried to intervene, pushing her way through the crowd to get to me. "Stop it, all of you!" she shouted, firm but panicked. "Leave her alone! She didn't do anything! This is all a misunderstanding! Let my child go.” But the crowd wasn't interested. They were too tied up in their anger and hate, refusing to hear reason. "Oh, really?" someone sneered, face contorted with scorn. "Then why did Cormac end up dead? Why did she kill him? He was hale and hearty till the very moment he was cursed with this rejected omega!”