Cursed Families Novels & Stories

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

Miguel said to me. "But think about your family, your father especially. It would be difficult living far away from him especially when you had left with someone who had been forbidden from setting foot in your pack." If only he knew that family was the exact reason I was running away from that pack. "Stop tempting her!" Miguel yelled out, walking over to us. But that did nothing to stop the Alpha King from going further. "Make wise decisions Lila, do not let desperation get the best out of you. You can do better than a cursed wolf."

Chassy “It can’t be!” Dad exclaimed. “Why?” I asked. “As I already told you, our family is cursed.” “Maybe I was, that’s why,” I replied. “We were cursed to have only the women in our family allowed to have a beast. As for men, like me, I really don’t have one,” he replied. “Then maybe that includes me,” I replied, “No, never. You should have your beast. Maybe it was only delayed because you are the first female in our family for over 500 years,” he said, and my eyes widened.

LAVINIA'S POV "Son, I still don't understand why you agreed to this marriage in the first place, we could have easily gone to war instead. That girl is cursed, she could bring destruction to our pack but yet you're still adamant about it." Alpha Argo said and my heart clenched. I didn't realize it but tears had gathered at the edge of my eyes. Was this really what my future father in-law thought about me? How can he refer to me as cursed and a bringer of destruction? What had I ever done to him?

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

I respond calmly, my determination overriding the surge of emotions within me. It's half an hour after Nana Joyce unravels the tale of the curse that enshrouds our family. It started with Calhoun's grandfather, leading to his tragic demise. Calhoun's father managed to overcome it but succumbed to it later. Now, it's Calhoun's turn to face this haunting legacy.

Dami was the only person in my family I maintained contact with because her magic enabled her to invade my dreams. Over the years, I formed the habit of ignoring calls from my family because it was painful. They were a constant reminder that my life had gone wrong. When they begged me to return home as if the curse didn’t exist, I was reminded of how powerless I was against the curse. Even when they did not mention the curse, the extended silence over the phone pointed to the elephant in the room. I hadn’t spoken to my mother in seven years and the last time I did, she had been crying. Our relationship had fallen apart and would forever be strained. I was the one who left, the one who was cu

I almost puked in disgust and turned my face away but she forced me to look at her. "I curse you to never find love, you'll be lonely all of your life. Anyone who loves you will die a horrible death, anyone who tries to break this curse will never know peace, you will be an outcast among your own people, your best friend will betray you, your woman will seek your life and you will never be happy!" The woman shouted. "No!" I yelled frantically. I began to shake violently as I tried to free myself, the witch appeared beside my Father and everyone else began to chant the curse along with her.

The room goes quiet. “That’s… cold,” I mutter. “Creepy as hell too.” Carmen nods, her voice heavy. “She was like stone. Told me she’d never go through that again.” Lucia exhales. “So basically, the family’s cursed.” “Seems that way,” I reply. “Jalen, I’d look into that if I were you, though I doubt the records even exist anymore.” He nods. “I’m already thinking about it.” Carmen hiccups and says, “You’re tellin’ me, sis, you’re tellin’ me.”

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.