Cursed In Love Novels & Stories

" she finally revealed after a long explanation. "A Chimera?" "Chimera is one of the demigods who turned into cursed monsters. Chimera is born out of forbidden love. Because of that love, a curse was born through Chimera. And when she was killed, she led her power and curse to be instilled in whoever will commit the same forbidden love her parents had committed. So, whenever there is forbidden love, there is Chimera.

"Mate, how can you say this? Can't you feel our bond, my every being craving for your scent and your touch? I'm dying to feel you, can't you? The girl stared at him as her life depended on his answer. "Sorry, I don't know what feeling; what bond are you talking about? I'm not feeling anything, so don't mislead everyone; I already found my soulmate." Ellis turned his gaze to Belle; his distant look turned gentle in a second as if he was a different person. Jealousy rose in the girl's heart; she wanted to kill the person who was getting what belonged to her, She suddenly turned and looked at the person who was just a little behind her; without a second delay, she grabbed Belle through her thro

Chapter 14- Seeking Answers Love. Now Killian just had to laugh at that. As much as that would have been a very wonderful piece of news, it was unfortunately not true. There was no way he was in love with Kendra. No literally, there was no way. He had been cursed. Or had everyone suddenly forgotten about that? “You seem to have forgotten that I’m still cursed—”

She brushed passed and placed her hand on my shoulder. "There is nothing you can do against fate. You can try to fight it, but it has a way of clicking everything together. I knew she was referring to how she was mated to Alpha Killian. Someone used dark magic on her to trick her into believing she was his fated mate when Damon was her real mate. Here she is now, Damon's Luna. Fate made them find their way together. Fate was fucked up, and I hated fate. I nodded, and she walked inside.

I will wait for the love of my life even if it takes a million years. The curse stops here. END.

I was here to find the Moonborn, to deliver her to the BloodMoon throne and end the curse that haunted me. The dream from last night—Isabella bloodied, pleading, my father’s claws poised to strike—flashed in my mind, a warning I couldn’t shake. The curse was real, its pain a constant threat, a ticking clock counting down to my death. Falling for her was a trap, a cruel game by the universe, and I refused to play. I couldn’t love her, couldn’t bind her to a doomed man, couldn’t drag her into my world of blood and pain. Yet her scent lingered, her taste on my lips, her fire in my veins, and I was powerless against it.

“This time is different.” She leaned in, smiling like it hurt her. “Oh, I know what makes it different.” Her voice dropped, sugar-sweet and deadly. “Is it because your husband wants a divorce again? Is that what cracked the Ice Queen this time?” She tilted her head. “Let me guess… he finally had enough and you realized nobody else would love you the way he used to.” I stared at her. Because she wasn’t wrong. Calla—I—had once begged for love and died for it. And now, in this cursed body, I was being begged to leave love behind and couldn’t stomach it.

The sparks, the electric jolt I didn’t want to admit affected me. Ian’s words came back to me, haunting and irritating. ‘If you want to break the curse, she has to love you.’ Love? I scoffed at the thought… Would she ever love someone like me? Someone as broken as me. Cursed. I pictured her again… Her wide, defiant eyes. The subtle tremble in her voice when she spoke to me. The way her scent clung to my skin long after she left. I groaned, my eyes shutting in frustration as my pants grew tighter. The ache was sudden in my crotch growing every minute.

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”