Cursed Dramione Novels & Stories

This was something more it’s something older, fouler, gnawing at him from within. His mother’s words returned to me in fragments. Whispers I had overheard, moments when she looked at him with sorrow too heavy for even a queen to bear. She knew. She had always known. Damion was cursed. He roared, the sound shaking the very stones beneath us. His body convulsed, half-transformed,claws ripping from his fingers, his back arching until bone cracked, fur threatening to tear through skin before retreating as he fought it back. His control was staggering, terrifying, like watching a man wrestle his own death into submission.

Damon interrupted and almost at the same time, Ruth stood up and left me on the floor. I turned to stand up and face him but Damon was already on my side. “You know why your curse wouldn’t work? That’s because I own hell myself. It’s time I let you get that same death that you wished for” he said and smirked at me. It was an evil smirk and I knew he had a devilish plan set aside. I watched as two hefty men walked into the house towards my direction. “That’s her. Take her back to base 9 and according to the rule, you know what to do before you eliminate her” What!

He read it and smirked. "Looks like you failed...now for the punishment and the end of this nonsense." Damon waved the paper in her face and then hit her on her head. She yelped in the muzzle and looked up at Damon. He muttered the same curse he placed on Motus but also added an extra twist... ....he took her voice. And said it will return when she is on death's door. After he finished the curse, he forced her to drink a blue potion that made her compliant for a time. He motioned for the muzzle to be removed once she calmed.

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

Edric shouted, but she didn’t stop, in her ragged dress she ran towards him as if he was her only hope She reached Alaric and caught his arm with both hands taking him in and as quickly as the excitement started so it ended. Her smile froze. The light in her eyes went out like a candle. She crumpled at his feet, silent, lifeless. Gasps rippled through the square. Then came a scream a long, broken sound that tore through the night. Alaric didn’t move. His chest felt hollow, his throat dry as dust. The girl lay still before him, her skin pale, her body untouched. No blood. No wound. Just absence. The curse had taken her. He turned away before anyone could see his face. His voice was calm, too

I looked menacingly up at the moon and muttered under my breath, “What new games are you playing now, Selene? First, you bestowed us with a curse, and now this. My mate is a Lycan, the most powerful one. Yet, she’s so vulnerable. We couldn’t be together.” Moon Goddess must have been laughing at me from up above. Gritting my teeth, I finally reached the cottage. Padding through the empty hall, I rushed upstairs and reached her room. Panic fueled my entrance as I swept through the door. I laid Diana down, her stillness sending a chill through me. I grasped her shoulders, shaking her, desperate for a sign of life. But she didn’t move.

Every obstacle seemed overcomed,or though they believed until karma, Alpha Ron's lover meant to serve his Luna if he never discovers his mate returns from studying outside the pack. She expresses rage towards caroline and disgust at her wolf specie. She views it impossible at Alpha Ron accepting an omega over her and vows Caroline's destruction. Through a spy maid within the royal cottage,she poisoned both hermonie and caroline and demand Alpha Ron accept her as his mate for the rare antidote. An offer Alpha Ron neglects. Hermione and caroline both died before karma's defeat. Miraculously, caroline returns to life and as a beta Luna,no more omega Luna. Her stolen powers returned but hermion

she yelled. This was because Damian was no longer kneeling. He stood upright once more—but in a manner that felt wrong. Too motionless. Too quiet. Too perilous. His eyes had turned completely white, glowing like two moons. His breathing had ceased. The shadows surrounding him slithered like ink spilled across the ground. He was no longer resisting the curse. The curse had taken control. Aria swallowed hard, a chill of fear coursing through her veins. "Damian," she murmured.

Their love was so deep, so fierce, and yet the curse loomed over them like an insurmountable shadow. The room was suffused with an unbearable sadness. I glanced around, seeing the pain etched into the faces of everyone present. Rmonica clung to Orion’s arm, her expression torn between sympathy and heartbreak. Thalia’s voice shook as she began to speak again. “I, Thalia Amethyst, princess of the Amethyst Pack, reject—” “No!” Kyven’s voice cracked as he stumbled toward Marwynn. “You can do something, right?” he begged, his voice raw with desperation. “You’re a witch! You can break the curse!”

"Daughter of the late Alpha of the Moonveil Pack." My knuckles rested. Moonveil. Of course. I’d known there was more to her than just some wayward woman with an attitude. I raised an eyebrow, "Go on." "She's been on the run. An escaped heir that the current Alpha - her uncle - wants dead." Draven paused "There are... rumors, Alpha. Rumors that state that she's cursed." "Cursed?" I scoffed but motioned for him to continue. "It's said that any man who... becomes intimate with her bleeds to death.”