Cursed Families Novels & Stories

“What do you know about the curse?” Lyall laughed, “I get all the hard questions….From what I have been told by family members long ago one of my ancestors made a deal with a witch to help them get pregnant. In doing this the whole family line was cursed that they wouldn’t be able to find their mates when they turned of age. A lot of us have gone mad but others just get sad and keep to themselves. I’m unfortunately one of those who have gone mad. I’m not proud of it. I don’t like being this way. I used to be loving and caring to everyone.” He looked so hurt and broken as he spoke. I could tell he wanted to change. That made me want to help him even more.

"I remember my mom telling me about a family curse – the Owen bloods who die at the hands of their own relatives. It's a dark legacy, Sam, and it could be linked to these visions." A shiver coursed through my spine as Owen's words sank in. The curse he spoke of, the legacy of Owen bloods who met untimely ends at the hands of their own kin, was a haunting revelation. It felt like a shadow from the past, a sinister force that might be at play in the eerie visions that had tormented me.

But things did change after the incident that changed him and his relationship with his favorite family member. Then again, considering the situation he and the woman he loves is in right now, maybe his whole family line is cursed in one way or another… Or is this curse on him because he can’t forgive an already cursed man in their otherwise already cursed family because of the very dirty business that they have been involved in for generations? I’m just over-thinking this, I know it. But whatever our status is I’m not going to let any guy just trample over her. Not while I’m alive… Again, no way, Jose!

“Max is your Alpha. He has fought for you, bled for you, sacrificed for you. And this is how you repay him? With doubt the first time a rival whispers in your ear?” The pack wavered, but the doubt did not vanish. It lingered like a sickness. I forced a breath, steadying myself. “I am cursed,” I said, the words tasting like ash. The admission was a wound torn open, but there was no point in denial now. “Yes. The Moon Goddess has denied me a mate. But that curse does not define me. I have carved a place for us with my own hands, with my own blood. I built this pack, and I will not let Leonard tear it apart with his venom.”

"You're here now. The past is irrelevant." But it wasn't irrelevant to me. If I was walking into a death sentence, I deserved to know why. "Please. I need to understand what I'm facing." He stared at me for a long moment, and I saw something almost like pain flash in his dark eyes. "My bloodline is cursed," he said finally. "Every woman who bears children to an Alpha in my family dies within a year. It's been that way for generations." My heart nearly stopped. "Cursed how?"

Thus, I went from being a mother dressing up her son to a monster dressing him up to offer him to the powerful and crooked. Still, Rick never expected one thing. The psychiatrist I saw despised Arclight products. His older brother had been an Arclight engineer who died from overwork. Before he passed, he told the psychiatrist about the company's dark secrets. For years, the psychiatrist had been investigating and collecting evidence, but he never had the right opportunity to expose it until he met me. The real key was not what he said to me that day. It was the way he said it. He deliberately used a robotic tone, and at the end of his sentence, he mouthed the word ‘chip’.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

, he sits back down and everywhere is silent, we are all left to our thoughts. He is right. But we can't bulge, it would look like we are really weak. And no one has heard of any of the vampires or any of the three powerful families - Vahemir, Darc and El mushacr. It is like they went extinct and made sure everyone who laughed that day pay.

I just wanted to kick myself. "Why? Because we are predators," she said casually. "Humans, in general, have this weakness when it comes to beauty. That's how vampires lure in their prey." I grimaced at this piece of information. Then when we walked past the large shelf of trophies and award honors, Octavia stopped and stared. I came to follow her eyes. She wasn't looking at those shiny medals or trophies but at the stone statues of the school founders. "There are five founding families," I said, giving Octavia one of the few school details I knew. "Cammie's family is one among them."

I muttered to myself “About 5 years passed and the wealth ancestor finally found his mate, an alphas daughter from a clan from over the seas, they combined packs and went about trying for a child. Then on the day the couple had announced that after countless tries that had finally conceived an heir, the once young lady who had fled years before returned, much older and vastly more powerful, in the time she vanished from existence she went and found a very powerful coven and began increasing and learning how to use her powers. She cursed the couple and their unborn child to never be able to produce female heir and to do so the child ill die on her 15th birthday, she cursed them with a generat