Cursed Families Novels & Stories

I asked, feeling a sense of fear building up inside of me. Liam took another deep breath and looked at me with regret. "My family, Liliana, is cursed. We're cursed with a bloodline that has caused us pain and suffering for generations. It's a curse that affects us all, and I'm afraid it's going to affect you too." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Liam's family was cursed? What kind of curse? And how was it going to affect me? "What kind of curse?" I asked, feeling my voice shake.

I can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.

“Her wolf has awakened. Her core has healed from the damage of years that your love did.” Her words felt like a blade over my wounds. How could my love make her suffer that much, and my distance soothed her? Grandpa was right. If I stayed away from her, she’d heal naturally. And now she was healed. She had a wolf and that too special one. It could mean the curse had broken. My eyes brightened.

Celeste rises, very upset. "But you're not cursed. Grandma made it up because she was upset that her son died and you were left. You look a lot like him and were a painful reminder of what she lost. That's why she sent you away and why she spread such an awful rumor." Hope swells in my chest and I can't stop it. There's a possibility I might not be cursed!

"Don't do it," he yelled. "Elara! Stop!" I wanted to, so I gave in to it... gladly letting the darkness take me with it. ****** She was wolfless, powerless, and marked as an outcast. He was born ruthless, powerful — an Alpha feared not just in the packs, but in the underworld where blood and power rule. When Elara discovers her fated mate is the man who destroyed her pack and crushed her world, her life begins to fall apart again. He should be her protector… but to him, she is nothing but a liability he cannot afford. But fate is merciless. They tried to fight it but their bond burns too fiercely to be ignored. Will Elara risk her heart and safety for the mate who ruined

But tonight, I was here for a very different reason. Having been born to a very prestigious and powerful wiccan clan had its advantages, to be sure. But it also came with great hardship. Usually the more ancient the family, the more skeletons in the closet. And despite having moved as far away from the Walker coven birthplace as I could have, didn’t mean I had managed to outrun the curse that followed the Walkers through the ages. My family had done all that it could in order to break the curse. And by now, there were less than a handful of the original blood Walkers left alive. Myself included. Most of which were in the later years of their life. Yet it had not been enough.

He didn’t. “You hunted them,” she repeated slowly. Not asking. Confirming something she didn’t want to be real. Jax sat up too, movements smooth and controlled even now. He didn’t reach for his clothes. He just looked at her, steady as ever. Like he’d already decided to tell her everything… and wasn’t afraid of what it would cost him. Jax didn't look away. “My family carried a curse for centuries,” “It twisted us. Broke us. Made monsters out of people who didn’t deserve it.”

The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God. Oh well, tomorrow I’m going to go down to town, so I can visit my family for a couple of days. Hopefully, I will be able to forget all of the evil things that we have On a hilltop near the edge of the Forrest stood an average-sized boy, maybe seventeen or eighteen years of age, he was also relatively skinny in a way that did not seem healthy. His presence is neither human nor demonic, but something in between, almost inhuman, or beastly as some might say. He stops at the edge of the Forrest and turns back around.

“So it has begun.” Kaelen frowned. “What has begun?” The King opened his eyes again. “The curse.” The word put everyone in the room on alert. Lyra shifted slightly, and Rowan crossed his arms. Kaelen’s voice hardened. “What curse?” Darius took a slow breath. “Centuries ago… our ancestors slaughtered a powerful coven of witches.” Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night.

“Losing the Ashton family can cost us tens of billions, all because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.” “I had high hopes for you, Luke. I thought you would be the next grand patriarch of this family. Luckily, you showed us you aren’t fit for that position before it was too late.” He paused a little as the crowd anticipates his next sentence. The hall was dead silent, with everyone focused. Connor continued, “As the grand patriarch of the Von Aleister family, I hereby declare this Union cursed.” Luke stood in utter disgrace as cold sweat drips from his beard, his face was darkened with sorrow and his heart was boiling with anger. He looked around for Kenny, but it seemed like Kenny had left