Cursed Hand Novels & Stories

With that, Alex slowly lowered the hand symbol. A terrified expression appeared on Colton’s face. He wasn’t satisfied with this outcome. He was only one step away from the Immortalization stage, and now, he was actually going to be killed by an ant. “Blood Curse. I know about the Blood Curse. There’s a Blood Witch in the Japan division. She knows all spells related to curses. I can take you to her,” Colton said. The Ksitigarbha’s hand symbol Alex summoned halted in the air.

After that, she glanced at Nick and turned to leave. Nick stood still, recalling the swear made by Master Handerson ten years ago. "In this life, if I, Callan Handerson, want to have children, I will cut off my finger and suffer from the pain of separation with my beloved one. And both of us will be cursed and die a terrible death!" The broken finger, the separation, the curse, and the terrible death... "Well..." Outside the ICU, there was a faint voice. Nick looked up and found that Rainie was sitting in a wheelchair with a timid look and was coming toward him.

With a raise of his hand, a handprint formed from the interweaving of inscriptions descended and attacked Tamuuz with great force. This handprint was made up of intertwined inscriptions. It possessed tremendous power and was extremely destructive. Tamuuz did not dare to be careless. He raised his hand and cast Curse Magic. Curse Power gathered in his palm and started to strike back. Rumble...

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

He kept walking. "FIRE!" The turrets spun up. The soldiers raised their rifles. Jack raised his right hand. The Cursed Hand. He didn't use a shield. He didn't use a blast. He snapped his fingers. CLICK. The sound was small, but the effect was massive. The Curse flared. A pulse of black anti-magic rippled out. It hit the turrets. Their targeting sensors went blind. They spun wildly, firing into the ceiling, shattering the chandeliers. Glass rained down like diamonds.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

Desperation clawed at him, igniting a fierce determination to explore any means necessary to rescue those he loved. Elder Thorne, sensing the turmoil within Caden, reached out and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, his eyes reflecting wisdom and compassion. "Caden," he spoke softly, his voice steady amidst the chaos of emotions, "we will find a way to lift this curse. We cannot allow despair to cloud our judgment. We must keep trying, no matter how insurmountable the odds may seem."

The curse broke. Not gradually. Not in retreat. It broke completely, overwhelmed, driven back and out and gone, and the wound beneath my hands began to close with a speed that had nothing natural about it, the damaged tissue rebuilding, the dark residue of the curse burning away in the gold light until there was nothing left of it. Lucian's breathing changed. From shallow and wrong to deep and even. His hand came up and covered mine where it pressed against his chest. I pulled the power back. And felt something different in the space where it had been.

The bond’s still there, Jude’s hand in mine, keeping me grounded. Then it hits—a sharp pain in my chest, the curse flaring, hissing you’re not done. A vision flashes—a glowing relic in Calix’s hand, a blade in the mortal world, vampires screaming. “Jude,” I gasp, clutching him, eyes wide. “The curse—it’s back. Calix’s got something big.”