Cursed Gifts Novels & Stories

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.

Rendall tried to convince his mother but she was adamant. "That can never happen. Your father can never invite them over to sign a peace treaty and I support him." "Then how do we break this curse? Should the people of Wulfe remain cursed?" Rendall was annoyed that his mother was not seeing things the way he did. "Son, do you realize that being a werewolf itself is a curse? In our wolf form, we kill brutally." "I see it as a gift and this gift has been taken away from Wulfe. Should we not find a way to get our gift back?"

“This shadow is after your daughter, a Gyfu, your daughter attracts other elements who are after her gift,” “Gift? But how? How could she have a gift? She’s not turning,” “You misunderstood me, dear, Gyfu are not cursed, yet they do not belong to any races, the good side is, that she could live in both worlds, the bad side is, that she is not suitable to any races, also most of the gyfu is bestowed with a special gift, and this creature of the dark wants it, it has been waiting for so long, you have met this creature before,”

“The universe tells us. But we cannot share the knowledge with the receiver. We can only guide the receiver as I seek to do for you now.” “Your gift is a violent one. I have killed in blind fury. I have had no control or knowledge of what I was doing when I did it. How is that a gift?” Alysin was silent for a while. “Your gift is a curse until you walk the path of your greatness. When you follow the path of your greatness it becomes a blessing and will meld with you to become one. Until then you will always face challenges and pain.” “But I did not want this gift. Or greatness. I only wanted to save you.”

“Visions? You mean I’ll be stuck seeing more nightmares? Glimpses of people dying?” “Not nightmares,” Roman corrects softly, his gaze filled with a new, reverent respect. “Glimpses of what was—or what might be. They’re called Visionary Gifts. But the gift cuts both ways. It can be a blessing for the pack, or a curse for the wielder. You’ll have to learn control, or it will consume you. It’s likely Malakai sensed that potential power twenty-two years ago. Maybe that's what he wants, but we can't be completely sure.”

"I am not for sale and I have sworn my expertise to the Nocturnal Force." "You want to hire the detective that is gunning for you?" Amusement filled my face. "He knows how to find things, Issa," Deucalion said excitedly. "Anything!" Deucalion liked to own things that amazed him. And yes, it included creatures and talents that he fancied. "Really?" Yulia asked wide eyed as she watched Jamal with what I hated to call admiration. "He has The Gift," Deucalion said. The Gift Deucalion was talking about was an extra special ability that a few Werewolves were born with. It was called The Gift because it came from the Wolf God if he found favour in a pack, a werewolf or an Alpha.

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"

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 kept muttering. "That was the cursed darkness in his soul." Valerie walked around the round table in the room. "Believe me, the witches and I are doing everything we can to get things in order. With the crescent moon rising and the gifted one from the goddess, the curse will be broken," "What do you mean by the gifted one?" "The curse can only be broken with the help of the gifted one, on the night of the crescent moon rising." Valerie said. "Then we need to find that gifted one."

He likes to act tough and argue, but in the end, he always gives us whatever we want. The only exception to that is if he feels like it’s too dangerous. Which apparently is everything I want to do outside of our pack or the surrounding towns. I know that I’m different. On my first birthday, the moon goddess blessed me with a unique mark on my right hip. No one knows exactly what it means. Some people think it’s a prophecy mark, and that I’m destined for some kind of greatness. Other people think the mark and my powers are a blessing for my family’s role in taking down an evil pack.