Cursed Hxh Novels & Stories

“I hate depending on you. I hate that my life is now tied to yours.” Xavier watched her for a long moment. “Good. Keep hating it. It will keep you sharp.” But his voice sounded a little different, rougher than before. He turned away and poured a glass of water, then pushed it toward her. “Drink. You lost blood last night. Don’t pass out on me.” She took the glass but did not drink right away. “You had a bad episode at dinner. Does that happen a lot?” “Too often, lately," he sat down heavily in one of the chairs. “The curse gets stronger every month. My wolf wants blood and chaos. The board knows it. They think a quiet human wife will calm things down for the investors. Make me look normal.”

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night. “They cursed our bloodline with their dying magic,” Darius continued. “A curse designed to destroy the Alpha line.” Kaelen shook his head. “That’s just a legend." “I believed the same thing,” Darius said quietly. “Until tonight.” He lifted his hand weakly. Dark veins pulsed beneath his skin. “The moment you left for the hunt… the sickness began.” Kaelen felt Ravok shift uneasily inside him. The forest, the wolf murmured.

Hugh continued. "Ohh, I do not know much about the treaty as I was in hibernation when the treaty was made." X said with a finger on his chin. "I understand you, what do you want to do now?" He asked. He was concerned about Hugh. They both thought Hugh would finally fill the joy of having a mate. Only to realize that the whole thing wasn't really about having a mate. Added to the fact that Hugh would be dragged back to the supernatural world soon. "Can the curse be broken?" X heard Hugh ask out of desperation. X wanted to shake his head in the negative but stopped.

Her eyes slightly glowed against the darkness of this room. "Did you see that?" she said, leaning her face close to mine. "There are abnormal things about us. All these predatory senses we have, not to mention our speed, strength, accelerated healing as if we don't have enough of that. Even our cells heal fifty times faster than normal human cells, so we hardly age. We are even faster than a cheetah and able to move like the wind. On top of that, we crave human blood. More badly than you could imagine. We are born to hunt, Vivienne. What makes you think your friends are safe around you?"

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.

“Its way better than dying because you want to save your life. You betrayed your friend, that is all I know and my judgement for you is death as well.” “Curses on you, bastard!” the first of them cried. “You would never have peace in life. Your blood would water the steep stone hill the same way mine would water it now.” “I’ve been cursed many a times ser,” Xavier smiled at the advanced man. “None of them have ever worked. What makes you think yours would be the first to work?” “Curses on you!” the Lycan cried again and started sobbing. “I’m old, not old enough to die. Curses on you. I would never die. Curses.”

I ignored his stare and placed my cigarette in my mouth, drew a deep one and blew the smoke into the air. “I heard you were cursed while you were still in your mother’s womb” I smirked. I wouldn’t be surprised about how news spread in the werewolf pack, I mean, we move faster than regular people, so obviously our news should spread. “By your fucking goddess, yes. I heard too, Alpha. It was a really unpleasant curse but you know one thing, I loved how the spell was spoken and placed. Damn! That woman must be related to Williams Shakespeare” I said referring to the goddess.

When the moon rises, I'll take the lead myself on the higher ridge. Is it insufficient for you? They fell silent, but the silent, urgent demand was still burning in their eyes. "Pardon me, Alpha, but words won't solve our problems. The signs of the goddess are not overt. It is always a warning whenever the orb pool changes. We have to do something. We are unable to.... The words splintered like a fire in dry wood inside my mind. The pool of orbs. Both holy and cursed, it was one of the seven wonders of the world.

Miguel "What do you mean?" I asked Cyrus, confused and anxious. "Someone started a rumour about you being Cursed, Zeta. There are several other wolves whose mates died but they weren't tagged cursed because no one accused them of being cursed." He explained further. "So you're saying that Eclipse pack wouldn't have seen me as a Cursed Wolf if no one had started a rumour about me being Cursed?" I asked him, anticipating his response. "Yes, Zeta." He answered.