Cursed Families Novels & Stories

“I’m afraid Imara may not be so easy. Ben at least understands that his life isn’t correct. He knows he doesn’t belong in Savannah among all this opulence. Imara won’t even acknowledge that something is amiss. She’s not concerned at all that it isn’t the 1890’s anymore and she won’t see the ring on her finger or the mark on her neck. Her denial is endless.” Jasper scratched his head, messing up his dark curly hair. He pushed himself back in his chair and crossed his leg on top of his knee. “I haven’t seen this curse in a lot of years. There’s almost no information on it. I have researchers working in the library as we speak. Don’t worry, Thorin, we’re going to get this thing straightened out

When Alaric didn’t reply, Ruby continued, “You found a way to counter that Witch’s curse, right…” “Are you drunk?” Alaric asked sniffing. If she dared to drink in a home with a child, she would have to answer him. “Oh! I am so sorry sir… it is just that you and Sienna have come so closer…Ummm…. you even accepted Daniel as your son… so I thought you probably found a way to amend that curse… my bad…” Ruby said in a flustered voice. She got up to leave but Alaric motioned her to remain seated.

I grabbed my plate and a bun for Mason and went and sat down with him. "So what did you want to tell Oliver? That you love him and he is so dreamy?" "Haha, no I found his family histories and I thought he would wanna know about his family." "Ya he probably does, if they are still alive." He looked away as if remembering his own family being murdered by Lucian. Lucian Stone was the retriever. He came and took the kids when they were small enough. Either paying the parents a handsome amount of money or killing them when they refused. Mason was a pure bread Alpha like Damon. He seemed normal, I wasn't sure what they wanted him. He didn't have any special skills except that his wolf was huge. Th

“And don’t lie to me. I’m not some helpless pawn anymore.” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling like he was preparing for something painful. “Cassia... what you don’t understand is that your family has been cursed. A curse that ties your life to your father’s. Your mother knew this—she tried to protect you from it. But she couldn’t.”

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!”

Every elder brother will snatch his younger brother's love. The girl will love the younger one only. One day will definitely come when a girl will destroy you just like you killed my baby. When someone from the Raichand family kills his own child, that will be the end of this family completely. I curse you that the brothers will have each other's blood on their hands. If I was honest and pure in my love and in my relationship my curse will be fulfilled.

He looked deadpan serious, searching for answers. Just as he was worried, she was equally worried too. She needed to find a permanent cure to his curse and time wasn't on their side. He hadn't shown any signs of it but she knew he was hiding it from her. The curse ran in the Adams family and once it was activated, it was impossible to stop or find a cure. They either gave in to the madness which could lead to death or control the madness by giving in to the constant craving of death and destruction. Ah yes, there was very little mention about a mate. Where had she seen it?

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.”

It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one. I opened my eyes which was filled with agony. My heart felt heavy from the burden I had been carrying for thousands of years. I regretted the day I had killed that innocent man thinking he was responsible for the death of my parents. What I didn’t know was the man had been cursed and whoever killed him would be the new host of the curse. Being able to live for thousands of years might be the longing of many wolves but not me as I was tired of repeating the same cycle over and over again.

Transfigure. All my darkest feelings now boil just beneath the surface like magma. The memories and feelings that have lain dormant for years are a volcano waiting to blow. Is this the curse at work, that’s making me so viciously jealous? Is that what’s twisting what ought to be love into hatred? Or is it a side effect of the mate bond going unconsummated and unreciprocated? Lars tips his glass to me. “Not all of us sprang from granite, fully formed, like you, Des. Some of us have disapproving mothers and fathers to contend with.”