Cursed Fanart Novels & Stories

Dear Fans, Words cannot express how immensely satisfied I feel to get every single view.Hope everyone is doing well in these troubled times, today being the 12 th day of May 2021.During this stressed situation I have made a meagre attempt to disperse the broadest spectrum of colours in your life.Though denied by majority of so called wise and sensible people Romance remains and will remain to be the dominant factor in instilling the lost spirits in us.By Nature's default lust will always remain invincible.The chariots of Venus will always carry us to our dreamworld and the cupid's arrow will continue to pierce young and old hearts alike .It is fruitless and futile trying to supress the hormo

The last time I had them around, they had provided happiness but it was short-lived. A lot of bad things happened afterward. Was this a sign that something terrible was about to befall the pack, possibly me? ******************************************** FROM PENCILS TO YOU Keep sending in your gems guys, it means a lot to me. Thank you to everyone who has always gifted gems to CURSED HEART. A big shout-out to Yolande Human, JANET MUIRURI and Lesliems for being my top fans. You have really encouraged me to keep writing this book.

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

With one last venomous glare at me, she turned her heel and walked away. “Thank you,” I said, but I felt so embarrassed. He smirked at me, as if he was amused. “Don’t mention it. I hate seeing good fabric go to waste.” I blinked at him, unsure whether to laugh or feel even more self-conscious. “Who was the woman anyway? I barely know her?” “You mean Carrisa? The Pack’s slut? She thinks she will be the mate to Terran because her dad holds one of the highest positions in the pack.”

"Kill off your new mates one by one. Make everyone believe the stories." "But that's insane!" "Is it?" Dante asked. "What happens to a pack that harbors the cursed mate? What happens when other packs think we're weakened by your presence?" "They attack us," Tarlon said grimly. "They challenge our territory," Soren added. "They try to take our businesses," Dante finished. I understand now. If everyone believed I was truly cursed, the Grimshaw pack would be seen as vulnerable. Other packs would attack. "So this isn't just about me,"

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

"And…I got something off him. During the fight.” She held up her phone. Liora crossed the room and took it. A photograph. Blurred at the edges, bad lighting — taken fast, maybe mid-struggle — but clear enough. The inside of a wrist. A tattoo. Intricate. A wolf's head in profile, geometric, something woven behind it that looked like a crescent or a gate or both at once. Lettering beneath that she couldn't quite read. Something about it pulled at her. Like a word she almost knew.

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commissioned piece from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy when she agreed to make a book cover for me, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) CHAPTER FOURTEEN. Zara nibbles softly on the flavoured pastries , her stomach was full and stuffy, but she couldn't stop eating, they were so delicious. She peeked at him from beneath her lashes , where he sat a few distance away from her. She decided that he wasn't so bad, not as evil as she had heard about his kind, he had not hurt her. Her subconscious was utmost relaxed in that aspect, he would never hurt her, the thought came to her naturally.