Cursed Dramione Novels & Stories

Her answer sure came as a surprise to me. “It’s hard to understand this but the ancestors of the Goldsman were lycanthrope. It’s said that the Eldest Goldsman was referred to as Lord. He was cursed by a nasty witch after he ordered her execution for murdering innocent kids in name of sacrificial rituals. Due to it, he underwent a lot of trouble.” Caitlyn had a distant look in her eyes, staring past my shoulders towards the forest behind me.

I watched him as he moved frantically, tearing the cover off as he poured the drink down his throat straight from the bottle. “You don’t fucking understand” “Then make me!” I yelled back, my rage matching his. “Make me understand what drives you to be so fucking selfish that you want to keep two mates. Tell me what…” “I’m cursed” he roared, those two words hitting me straight at the center of my chest. Cursed. He was cursed just like me. I staggered backwards, my knees buckling under me as I collapsed into the chair. King Leonidas watched me, breathing heavily, the bottle opened and abandoned on the table.

"Sleep more. I'll go prepare some broth for you." She slipped away, but as soon as I closed my eyes, the darkness wasn't empty. It was a frantic, strobe light mess of images that felt like they were being branded onto the back of my eyelids. Kill him. Remember us. Me and you...Kill him. As the words burned deep into my head, a man's face flickered into view- white hair, black eyes and a scar that looked like a jagged lightning bolt. Zephyr. The name tasted like copper in mouth. I gasped, bolting upright as if I'd been shocked by electricity.

"Are you upset?" David asked cautiously, eyeing Kian who was smoking and leaning against the pillar near the entrance of the training grounds. He could see that Lyra and Kian had already marked each other, and it seemed like she had successfully helped her ease the effects of the curse. Despite any potential punishment from the Alpha King, David was just relieved that his best friend would no longer have to suffer during every full moon. He didn't regret telling Lyra the truth. "I am," Kian answered, blowing the smoke from his cigarette and tossing the butt on the ground before stomping on it viciously.

Green light mixed with black smoke flowed out from the palms of the witch's hands, then swirled around Triana and Vlador like a whirlwind. "The potion has bound you two within my curse. Your hearts beat together. Her life is your life, and your life is hers. You both are bound by the same thread of death. Triana Rexa Galev, your heart depends on Vlador Lev Dracount's blood. And Vlador Lev Dracount, you will forever thirst for Triana Rexa Galev's blood. Forever, you are bound in this circle of curse. Forever, you will suffer even if you have learned from your mistakes!"

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

She concentrated on these six Rogues all of whom turned to her as she entered their minds fully, Back down Rogues. You are outnumbered and will be torn to shreds in seconds. Do not be foolish. Damon is dead, it is time for you to move on.’ She was surprised when she felt their minds melding together as they worked as one, ‘Draco is with the Moon Goddess bitch, he is not dead and he will return. You cannot escape him. You belong to him’ She stepped back as they flooded her mind with images of Draco possessing her, ‘That’s right bitch, we know everything. You do well to remember that.’

Despite the scary fight going on infront of me, my mind managed to be swamped with many other things, different smells began to hit my nose and the thoughts bothering me were quite unclear. He managed to throw Brenda off balance, sending her sprawling across the ground. He pounced on her, his powerful jaws snapping dangerously close to her throat. Brenda growled and twisted, she twisted free and lashed out, catching him off guard. She took advantage of the momentary lapse, darting away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of hatred and something else—fear, perhaps? "This isn't over," she growled, her voice rough and menacing, s

“Why wouldn’t she? An omega hated and bullied since birth? That’s the perfect villain origin story, if you ask me.” “How could I have done it? I’m just an omega, remember?” I said, hoping my rank would be good to me this time. “A cursed one, yes,” Rohan said flatly. “She’s not cursed!” Aidrac snarled. Rohan glared at him. “And since when did you become her knight in shining armor? You seem to know her well now.” Aidrac clenched his fists but said nothing. Rohan looked between us. “Interesting,” he muttered.

My Alpha fiancé made me drink a witch's memory potion on our mating ceremony day so he could bond with my stepsister Serena instead. He said Serena was under a vicious curse and needed to bond with a powerful Alpha. He promised that he would break the bond with Serena and mark me again after he helped Serena break her curse. But he didn't know the witch never created a corresponding antidote. In seven days, I would forget him forever. Damon watched me drain the bottle, then looked away with shifty eyes.