Cursed Hand Novels & Stories

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.

He tried to hide it by shoving his hand in his pocket. Too late. I'd already seen it. "You're coughing up shadow corruption." I grabbed his arm before he could walk away. "That's the curse getting worse and you know it." "Sam, leave it alone." "No, I won’t. I can’t watch you die because of your stubbornness." I bit down on my already-healing palm, reopening the wound. "Give me your hand." "I don't need to." "I didn’t ask nicely and don’t make me say it again." My voice was dead serious.

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.

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

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.

A few images of the hand were drawn on them. “Aunt! Are you trying to tell us something about palmistry?” Louis asked and I was also thinking about the same thing. “Nah! It is not about palmistry. It is about the hybrid’s hands. As you can see this bloodline or curse line as many of them say…It means, Someone, cursed the hybrid and this line will disappear either the hybrid will lose her or his life or if the killer is around the hybrid. In both cases, It would be too difficult to protect the life of the hybrid,” She explained and I arched my brow in confusion.

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.