Cursed Hand Novels & Stories

I sit on the bed where he is laying and I cannot utter words from my mouth. It feels like it was only yesterday that we were torn apart and I thought he was gone forever. I hold his hand and I close my eyes to search for his wolf. “I am silent, holding his hand and searching for any part of him that I could wake.” The cursed knife is something I know nothing about and I have no idea what it is doing to him. Why will it not just kill if it is so deadly? Why was the cursed knife used only on Cult and not others who tried to attacked in defense?

"My Prince, you are awake.. What happened, I heard a loud thud and I rushed in to see you sprawled on the floor.. Are you okay?" I stated at him and back at myself... I am cursed but I am different.. I have been cursed since I was an infant and my cure is a Sheba but I am different now because she is my cure and she has healed me. Sarafina. "I think I have my memories back, Khan" * * *

His wolf was getting out of his hand every passing day . "Stop me from turning to monster , Marcus . Stop me . I don’t want to be demon . Please , stop . …"Marcus heard Fire’s pleading voice in his mind. He felt his hand shivering and heart beat raising , listenibg Fire's plead . The rough voice of Fire was turned to normal calm one . Marcus took deep breathes to control his anxiety , seeing the sudden change , again What is happening to Fire ? Is curse started showing its effect ? If the situation goes on getting more and more severe . Then he wouldn’t be able to control , fire more .

His bloodied hand lifted— And the darkness around us twisted. He was trying to transfer it. The curse. He was trying to bind it to someone else. To me. Alec lunged, but it was too late. Ronan thrust his hand forward— And the curse came for me. I had no time to think. No time to run. I reacted. Instinct took over. I raised my hands—and fought back. --- The Power That Shouldn’t Exist The world did not turn black. It turned white.

I buried my face in my hands, trying to muffle the cries that felt like they were tearing me apart from the inside out. “It’s called The Curse Of Agony,” Sabrina’s gentle voice cut through my despair. “The blood tears are a sign of the curse. It crushes the soul of the one it’s cast upon. The body remains intact, but the soul endures unimaginable pain. The pain is so severe it paralyzes the body and destroys the soul from within. It’s one of the ten Forbidden Curses.” Her words were a cruel reminder of the suffering my mother had endured making anger and helplessness surge inside me. Killian had done this to her. The curse’s brutality felt like a personal attack, a violation of everything I

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

I couldn't see his face but I knew, my thundering heart could feel it was him. I tried to open my eyes until I saw the burning chapel and people panicking. What happened? I looked up at the man who was carrying me. I stared at him until my vision got clearer and I met his eyes; it was him. I held his cheeks as my .tears started falling again. I remembered everything. "I--love... you," I whispered. I felt my back on the ambulance bed. I closed my tingling eyes again as I felt dizzy. But now I remembered everything, we have been cursed.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.