Cursed Dora Novels & Stories

I say to her when she rolls her neck and steps forward. “I can see you now, Dorothy writhing and moaning under him, while your new fiancé lay asleep in the next room. Did he feel the pain? I know you never felt guilty for what you did to him. He is such a good and loving man. I bet you never felt anything for him. So I will give you the option because I am turning over a new leaf. You can either point us in the right direction or I will kill you now? So what will it be?” she says and Miss Dorothy’s face pales and she points a shaking hand in the direction and Jadara smiles.

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

Her physique had changed ever since she started cultivating her witch powers so she didn't get any hangovers when she woke up but instead felt fully refreshed. Dayton and Jay did not sleep tight and were the first to wake up, with the last two arriving downstairs some minutes after her. "I had a weird dream last night." Dora revealed as she took sip after sip from her glass of water. "I dreamt that I was a dragon fly, then I turned into a big blue dragon, then I ate the sun and my scales turned red." "And—" April who was listening attentively asked. "I forgot." Dora shook her head. Downing the remaining water in her cup. "It just feels......weird."

"So, the curse can be fixed, right?" Elara's eyes filled with sadness as she took my hands in hers. "No, my dear child, there is nothing as powerful as that dark curse. It cannot be undone. But it will come to an end." The excitement that had just peaked within me came crashing down. The despair in Elara's voice struck me hard, making it difficult to breathe. "But there has to be something we can do." Elara's grip tightened slightly, her old yet powerful hands steadying my trembling ones. "The curse may not be broken, but understanding its nature can offer a path to healing. The hatred woven into it must be countered with something equally strong—love, compassion, and acceptance."

I attempt to sit up, rubbing my head while checking my body for injuries, but there is nothing—nothing except my pendant. Tobias' ring is missing from my neck. Could I have been reborn? Is he here? I spring to my feet, heading for the door just as Dora comes sliding in. “Oh, my dear!” she cries, enveloping me in a tight embrace. “Don’t you dare do that again, do you hear me?” “Do what? I need to find Tobias, Dora. Where is he?” She freezes, pulling back slightly. “I understand, truly. I know how deeply this must hurt. Death can be so cruel, taking your husband away, but you're still young. You have a great life ahead of you. Suicide is never the answer—stay strong for Tobias.”

Her form turned to black smoke, her essence stripped into nothing but only two fragments: One: a spark of lightening, too small to light anything but too powerful to be extinguished. Two: A soul, bound and chained sealed for use. And then the child spoke the final line. “Laura. You will be wolfless. You will not receive our parents love. You will be alone. Your mate will leave you. And I will make sure you don’t live to fulfill your role in the prophecy.” The orb burned. “You will be hated by all those who love you now.” The child held up the photo of a girl her age. Silver hair and brown eyes. Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

I asked. "Dhampire? Oh, it's not a word, it's a name, referring to the children who are born from a vampire and a human. It's retrieved from the Balkan language. If the child is a boy, they call it 'Dhmapire', if it's a girl, 'Dhampiresa'. Based on their folklore, a dhampire is said to be extremely filthy, he or she has either a snub nose, like a bat or worse, no nose at all," Cammie paused for a break and took a sip of her fruit drink then she continued. "And in the Bulgarian legends, folklore has it that a dhampire must also feed on human blood to sustain its existence. In Serbian tales, the dhampire has an oversized head and a small body with no shadow. Other myths say that those dhampire