Cursed Hand Novels & Stories

not Remi or Denton or even Liam who had seen it all. I was tainted now...dirty...they would never look at me the same. I would never look at me the same. I slashed the wrist of the dislocated arm, I felt a burn but no pain...and watched in fascination as blood seeped immediately, rolling in a red stream across my arm and pooling on the bed. I reached under the pillow and did one on my upper thigh as I couldn’t do the opposite wrist...my dead arm would not co-operate. And a sense of peace settled...because I was doing the right thing for all of us...ending the curse...

“Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” The wind blew her wizened and straw-like hair as she raised her saggy chin. She wasn’t smiling, but her wrinkled eyes, a deep, amethyst color, laser in on me as if I was her target for the day. Warily, she took my hand in hers. Her touch was light and gentle. “You walk an inauspicious path of your greatest desire and your worst nightmare.” Her trembling voice said. “There is a curse that follows you. You lost your wolf, is that right?”

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 can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.

That was the problem with The Cursed; they died before we could do any proper research on it and their bodies turned to ashes, leaving us grappling at nothing. There was one thing we knew about the cursed: they were betas that were demon-possessed. All of them had a pentagram, a sign of demon possession, on the bottom left side of their necks. It explained why betas suddenly had power and strength that could par with an average alpha. “Did you find out anything about it? Where did it come from? Who it was?” “Yes, we managed to get that. Just like the others, it was a beta, Joe Blake from Jannah.”

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

Why did he respond to her touch? Why not to my previous mate who died from the curse of my hand? Why not to all the lady's I have fucked to reduce the weight of pleasure? Why her? The air on my skin burned, the curse sipping deeper into my body and taking control Veins on my forearms stretched like rope, growing thicker and scarier. My spine instinctively snapped back with a violent jerk, slamming me against the wall. “Damn it!” I gripped my chest against my will, tearing it apart while my agonizing scream echoed across the Valley.

“What’s wrong with my hand Van…? Goodness!” A part of Kirsten’s right hand, her palm to be exact had turned to glass. It was a good thing that she managed to keep her voice down or else the woman might hear them. And she isn’t the only one. Alice is now eyeing her glass thumb with blank horror in her eyes. Don checks his own hands, and to his relief they are still fleshy and normal. “Don is the first to wake up, so the curse is yet to affect him,” Van said to himself. And what if they stayed asleep and didn’t wake up? Would the curse spread and turn them into glass sculptures? Van simply doesn’t want to think about it.

Cavallo hisses. “If you want me to come and get me,” I tell him. The shadows start swirling around me, and I can hear them talking. This dumb ass has no idea what is about to happen. I drop my hands and turn them palm up. I notice that one of his arms isn’t working well and has turned black. “He has been cursed.” The shadows hiss.

My claws had extended then my fingers become weapons that tore through him before I realized what I was doing, before my rational mind could wrestle control back from the monster. His cry split the corridor like breaking glass, a sound of pure shock and agony that cut through the air and embedded itself in my memory. The sound was cut short, brutally truncated as my claws that I could not sheath, could not retract, could not control, pierced too deep, finding the spaces between his ribs with predatory accuracy. His armor, crafted by the finest smiths in the realm, offered no protection against the supernatural sharpness of what the curse had made my hands become.