Cursed Fanart Novels & Stories

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 commission I paid for 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 she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

"Haha, ya, you just never make it there." "True, the couch always calls to me." I get up and go into the spare room to get dressed. I walk into a big room with large windows and deep red linens and curtains. I see the suit and shoes on the vanity. There is a painting of a white and back wolf on the wall it's howling at the moon. I am mesmerized by the detail. I turn away and go to grab my shirt when I notice a picture of Link, a guy with raven black hair and blue eyes and the girl. The girl I have been dreaming about. I grab the picture, and it's like I am sucked into a memory of her. All in leather and a sword, she is fighting, but who or what, it's all a blur. "Link! Who is this??"

I feel like I'm going to get a flood of questions from Lanton and I'm right. "I think you're lucky. To live with Lanton, I mean. He's the most popular guy in school!" Says Martina, the only one who really seems excited there about that fact. "Lanton's not all that," I lie. "He's pretty boring, actually." "Have you ever seen him without his clothes on?" "Oh my God, Martina, will you stop?" Fauzi says, rolling his eyes. "Sorry, Lukman. She's had a colossal crush on him since forever."

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

A cursed Relic stolen from Silvermoon’s old ruins. The Moonfang blade. A dagger forged with forbidden magic, made to weaken an Alpha’s bond with its pack, causing inner caos and mental erosion. ——— Marisa walked past the guards in her designer heels and artificial charm. Servants came in behind her with boxes, dolls,puzzles,and candies. These things she brought with hidden enchantments designed to charm and Manipulate. Damian was coming down the stairs he was seething. He approached Marisa with anger all over him. She didn’t tell him she was coming today.

He replied, and I could register his soft plea in his voice. I wanted to give this bond a chance; I really did. But first, I wanted to see his reaction, knowing I’m not the beloved beta daughter he might think I am. “I’m wolf-less. My mother died during childbirth, and it is said that I’m cursed.” There. Everything is on full display now. “What the hell are you doing, Iris?” Minerva asks, shrieking. I wanted to know if he would want me even if he thought I was weak. I now know I have a wolf but haven’t turned yet, so I can still pass as wolf-less.

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

Instead he was insulted in front of that bloody lady. With the smiles I feigned, I thought he would fall for it, but he didn't fall for the smile. Instead, he is just so annoying. I could see the excitement in her eyes when she is pronounced as the acting Alpha. She couldn't just reject the position like always. She is just foolish.. I know the Alpha picked her because of love. I doubt it if she loves the Alpha at all. She is just a monger. I wanted to let go when grandpa told me about the curse, I wanted to quit when he explained how they are fated to be one, because I know I have no chance against them.