Novel & Cerita Cursed Gifts

she whispered. I lifted the page again. “There’s one part they all misunderstood,” I said. Alika frowned. “What?” I pointed to the phrase. > Sacred. “Every bride they took—every life they claimed—it was forced. Taken in fear. That’s why the curse never truly ended.” Her eyes widened. “But if the sacrifice is given freely…” I nodded. “It becomes a gift. Not fuel.” “And the curse…?” I swallowed. “Will have no more to bind to.”

Though I was in an advantageous position, I approached Joey cautiously. Before going to Black Furies, Orathe had warned me, "Remember, be careful of the Black Furies royal members' curse at the last moment of the battle. The Heimann's bloodline has a special Gift; they can choose to exchange their soul for a curse. Instead of returning to Moon Goodness after death, they turn into black flames that chase after the person they hated the most during their lifetime. That flame can't be extinguished by water unless the enemy is burned to ashes. It is one of the most terrifying curses, so you must be cautious. Alisha, I am giving you the Moon Stone of our pack; it can stop the curse. So, during th

Then she pulled something from her pocket, it was a black box and an old-looking envelop, she handed them to me. "What's that, mom?" "It's from your father," she said, "for your birthday." My heart sunk when I looked at the birthday gift from my dad. I took a deep breath and received the present. Opening the black box slowly, I found a beautiful necklace. It had a flat metal pendant like a gold coin or a medal, except it had some strange symbols engraved on it. A black crystal stone sparkled at the center. "This is his royal crest from his family," Mom added. "He had given me to keep until you turn seventeen."

Cupping my chin in his palm, he gently raises my head so I will look directly into his eyes. He says, “I have been consulting with a witch. Her name is Helen, and she has told me that your greatest gift is a curse instead. You have been cursed by someone with the gift of Aphrodite and that means every man you come in touch with, wants you. They have no control and eventually become mad with lust if they don’t have you. She has told me of a way that she thinks might be able to help, but you can never be cured. It will only lesser the curse so the men won’t be driven mad, however there may be consequences.”

My movements were numb, mechanical. My hand hovered over an exquisite magic music box on my vanity. It was the last thing my mother left me. The only thing, she’d told me, that could soothe my gift when the world was full of lies. Yes, I have a gift. I can sense lies. It was a curse that made being around anyone unbearable. Until Cayden. His aura was pure gold—a sign he would never lie to me. I endured the pain of my gift to help him, using it to see through any deception, winning countless negotiations and expanding our territory.

Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?” The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu. “Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries. He giggled. “Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.” Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.

I lift my head and look to the heavens. “A gift? A gift can be returned. This is a fucking curse. Millions died because of this. There has to be a way to give it back. Please, Bedelia, tell me there is a way.” I beg her, hoping she tells me there is, but I know there isn’t.

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

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

“It really was a gift?” “Mom doesn’t know what it was,” Cora says, shaking her head. “But she…she said she can’t make him take it back, Ells. That immortal gifts – they’re not like…presents you can return or regift. They become part of us.” “That makes sense,” I sigh, hoisting my baby up closer. “Well, at least we know it’s not…bad.” “Which doesn’t mean it’s good,” Sinclair grumbles behind me. Clearly, he wanted better news.