Cursed Hand Novels & Stories

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

Gilda’s expression shifted “ No… no. This cannot be. This can’t be happening. We must do something.” Her voice trembling with power “ Do you hear me Moon goddess? She is the Cursed one! She will always remain the cursed one! None of you’re precious plans will be fulfilled!” The last word thundered through the cavern, and the response came instantly. A blinding white light burst through the orb, flooding every corner of the cave. The runes on the walls flared, then shattered, sending shards of light through the air. The ground shook violently, dust falling like rain. “Aunt Gilda!” Melody screamed, shielding her face.

In its place hung dark, silver-embroidered banners bearing the mark of the Shadow Hand—the ancient, dark circle bound by three silver spears. Selene looked down at her left hand, where Kael’s fingers remained tightly intertwined with hers. The crescent-shaped birthmark on her collarbone throbbed with a gentle, steady warmth—not the burning, agonizing heat of the curse, but a calm, resonant pulse that mirrored the steady thrum of Kael's heart beside her.

You cannot fix this with your hand, that of an assassin and not of a man. The forgotten soul will come back to take revenge by dint of her curse, You cannot stop it no matter how much blood, sweat and tears you disburse. You have become an author of your own cataclysm, as curse will make you suffer in its vicious vandalism. Woe of a poor will never go to vain, no matter how much you bargain. The expedition to break the curse leads to the road flowing with blood all the way, you have no choice but to do it anyway.

“Losing the Ashton family can cost us tens of billions, all because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.” “I had high hopes for you, Luke. I thought you would be the next grand patriarch of this family. Luckily, you showed us you aren’t fit for that position before it was too late.” He paused a little as the crowd anticipates his next sentence. The hall was dead silent, with everyone focused. Connor continued, “As the grand patriarch of the Von Aleister family, I hereby declare this Union cursed.” Luke stood in utter disgrace as cold sweat drips from his beard, his face was darkened with sorrow and his heart was boiling with anger. He looked around for Kenny, but it seemed like Kenny had left

I reached out, my fingers trembling, and I pressed my palm flat against the cold surface of the door. It burned,not with heat, but with cold so deep it seared. I felt pains in my arm, sharp and sudden, but I didn’t pull away. I focused, drawing on the fire within me, the dark ember that has always lived under my ribs, the one that flared when I was afraid, when I was angry, when I was alive. A soft glow bloomed beneath my hand,red-gold, like embers stirred in ash. The same symbol from before reappeared, curling outward from my touch, intricate and ancient, as if my blood had written it in a language I’d forgotten.

I threw myself in front of the television in an attempt to block it from view. "Don't watch it, Evan! I'm begging you, please! Look away!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, but it was no use. Evan's reddened eyes were fixed on the television screen. "Shut up!" Evan rushed at the television and punched it. Instantly, the screen turned dark, and the glass fragments left cuts on his hands. Using his bloodied hands, he grabbed Carmen by the throat and pressed her against the dining table.

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

In my hand, a crystal tumbler held the whiskey Kael had brought back from his trip to Novella—a sharp, smoky burn that did little to dull the agony clawing at my heart. I swirled the amber liquid, my eyes fixed on its depths, my mind a storm of rage and desperation. This wealth, this power, this throne—it was all mine, wrested from my brother Adrian’s lifeless hands, his blood still staining my memories. But the price was steep, heavier than I’d ever imagined. The curse that gripped me wasn’t just a whisper of pain; it was a beast, its claws tearing at my chest, its teeth sinking into my soul, a relentless torment tied to the Moonborn’s existence. Killing her was my only salvation, the only

I almost puked in disgust and turned my face away but she forced me to look at her. "I curse you to never find love, you'll be lonely all of your life. Anyone who loves you will die a horrible death, anyone who tries to break this curse will never know peace, you will be an outcast among your own people, your best friend will betray you, your woman will seek your life and you will never be happy!" The woman shouted. "No!" I yelled frantically. I began to shake violently as I tried to free myself, the witch appeared beside my Father and everyone else began to chant the curse along with her.