Cursed Hand Novels & Stories

With a deep breath, he stretched his hand and then touched the hand on top of the cushion. No sooner did his claws touch the hand, than black fumes erupted from it causing Jacob to wince in pain as he snatched his hand back. He looked down at his hand which was bleeding because of the curse that was placed on the hand and turned to look at Logan before saying, “Did you know about this?” His voice sounded angry. “Isn’t it common knowledge that the dark witches use curses on almost all of their possessions even more when they are useful,” Logan stated with a calm voice. He looked at Jacob whose hand was bleeding and explained, “Most likely you absorbed too much of the small curses and ended up

Chelsea noted. "It's because of the curse," Bryan replied. "What is this curse called?" Chelsea asked. Bryan explained it was the Midnight Curse, which kills the afflicted and their relatives within an hour if not treated. And if the curse is intense, even stabilization won't help. I sat on the ground, pained, feeling my heart slow and my senses dull. I couldn't make sense of what was happening around me. Chelsea's worried voice reached me; she was giving instructions to Belle and Bryan. I fought the pain, trying to draw the curse into myself so it wouldn't harm Flora or pass to Ivan. I couldn't let that happen.

Chelsea stopped squirming and her breathing evened out . Lilian pulled her trembling hand away , she didn't even dare to look at it . She was quite sure after using so much mana , it must be looking truly ghastly and horrible just like a monster she was . The curse won't leave her alone even if she did something good , it was her bane whether good or bad it will always follow behind her like a haunting spirit . The nymph caught sight of her weathered up hand , which had wrinkled up like the hands of a hag except her's looks even uglier .

My hands looked normal — soft, pale, with delicate fingers — but I knew the danger they carried. Cassian’s emerald eyes darkened as he studied me. “Stand up. Come here.” I obeyed, stopping just a foot away from him. The heat from the fireplace did nothing to warm the chill of fear in my veins. “Give me your hand,” he commanded softly. I hesitated. “If I touch you—” “I know what happens,” he cut in, voice steady. “That’s why I’m here. Show me.” Heart pounding, I extended my right hand. Cassian reached out slowly, his own large, calloused hand bare. The moment our palms met, the curse ignited.

Her luxurious life clearly doesn't teach her much about basic life skills. "Ow!!!" Alyssa cried out of a sudden, shaking her hand up with a painful look. My precaution didn't really get through her brain after all, and I was all set to give her an I-told-you lecture, but suddenly, my heart stopped. The world seemed to cease out of my vision. All my focus was fixed on the sweet, seductive aroma of something red oozing from Alyssa's finger. The strong scent clouded my mind like a strange impulse of evil summon. I heard the monsters bellowing deep inside me. They were charging against the trapped door of my will.

I asked Haden abruptly, and he sighed heavily in response. "Are you sure you want to talk about this now? Here?" he asked, as though he found it unpleasant, and I stopped walking, turning to face him as I held up both wrists. "I need to know," I said flatly, and he nodded soberly, sighing again. "They were.. are, I guess, cursed," I stared at him, waiting for him to continue, "If they are removed, they take something from the wearer with them. Life force or something.. the Doctor was kind of vague, it's a little out of her range of expertise."

The kind of specialized knowledge that most doctors never encountered, that required study beyond standard medical training. But my mother had taught me well. Her journals had covered techniques that weren't in textbooks, methods that existed outside official pack medicine. *Identify the curse type based on the following magical signature: dark purple residue, three-point binding pattern, deterioration beginning at extremities...* I recognized it immediately. Blood curse, council-level work, designed to cause slow organ failure while appearing natural. The same type Marcus Thorne specialized in, according to Vera's information. I wrote out the identification and treatment protocol in careful

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."

" She held up her wrist, showcasing a sparkling green bracelet. Then, she smirked, pointing at the simple bracelet on my wrist. "Do you really think Ethan bought that especially for you? It's just a freebie that came with mine. You're only fit for my hand-me-downs!" I glanced down at my bracelet. It was a birthday gift from Ethan a few months ago, and I had always treasured it even though it was not expensive. Yet, it had unexpectedly become Mandy's tool for humiliation, a weapon to wound me.

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”