Romans & histoires Cursed Gifts

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

He stood up, walking toward me as I backed against the wall. "But they never will. You're cursed, Aveline. Cursed to suffer. And now..." He smiled, and it was the cruelest thing I'd ever seen. "Now we're going to make sure you understand just how worthless you really are." Lily giggled, bouncing excitedly. "Tell her, Desmond. Tell her about her birthday gift." My blood ran cold. "What birthday gift?" "The goddess has finally come to our rescue," Lily said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "A deal has been struck with the Crescent Dominion pack; you are to be sold as the Cursed Alpha King's Bride."

“Because… because it felt right.” “Exactly.” The man said, smiling wider. “It was meant to feel right. Because she is Hope. The hope of your kind, the last light of the werewolf existence. Only through her presence, her heartbeat, will your people continue. Even in silence, she carries a gift you do not yet understand.” Damian’s eyes narrowed. “What Gift?” The man laughed softly, a warm, knowing sound that carried through the air. “In time she will show you, herself. She is the Child of Silence after all.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Of course, I should treat Maisie well.” She handed me a gift box and asked me to open it. Inside was a gold lock-shaped good-luck pendant. Everyone gasped. “That must have cost a fortune!” In my previous life, I was pleasantly surprised that Zoe even remembered my birthday. Seeing such an expensive gift moved me even more. However, I had not known then that the pendant was a cursed one! Once worn, it would swap my fate with her boyfriend’s! Back then, I ran a high fever for an entire week. There was no warning, no explanation. Even the doctors were helpless.

Remembering made me shudder. He gave me a sharp look. "You heard them? Felt them?" "I - Yes, I think so." I stepped closer to him, suddenly afraid. I knew nothing about where I was. Leo placed his hands on my bare arms. "Those are the Cursed. They are creatures who turned their backs on Polonias and the goodness of the magic in the land. They are like the demons of your world. Some are desperate for a way out of the darkness, while others seek to pull unsuspecting travelers in. They are the cause of the Sickness." He shook his head. "Did you understand them?"

I say as bluntly as I can. She nods and frantically starts to wring her hands. “I deserve it.” Her aura burns and itches under my skin, driving me insane, but I cannot afford to let her go. “What did you do to Kaiya?” I ask her. “I pulled her out of her mother and blessed her.” “Cursed her, you mean,” Griffin says. “Your kind don’t bless anyone.” “This time I did. I gave her a gift.” My stomach starts to roil and my heart thuds loudly in my chest. “What kind of gift?”

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.

But we were determined to undo the curse, no matter the cost. Loki's cursed gift set is a silver collar, two bracelets, and two ankle rings. He claimed they were supposed to be a gift set for Medusa, a token of love from the trickster god himself. Nobody believed him, of course, especially since what he made was an abomination—jewelry with the ability to lock a mythical being in his or her beast form. In the beginning, it was nothing but annoyance, but quickly, the power of the set sent shivers down the god’s back. One of my warrior sisters managed to ruin one of the bracelets, and an ankle piece was later destroyed. For a long time, we hoped that the missing pieces meant the set would not w

he says sympathetically. “That’s when he cursed you. It’s quite brilliant when I think about it,” I say thoughtfully. “Him cursing me is brilliant?” he questions in confusion, his tone indicating he’s slightly offended by my comment. “No curse is brilliant, but the thought behind it is rather genius, in an evil, maniacal way. He took the essence of what you are and turned it into a curse. The God of Life and Death; cursed to spread death, and in some cases, grant eternal life. He took your gifts and turned them into something perverse. It’s sick and twisted for sure, but brilliant,” I admit.