Cursed In Love Novels & Stories

“The curse existed before you were born. Ma Felicia weaponized it. The men chose their bargains willingly.” “But it feeds through me.” Her silence hurt worse than words. I staggered backward slowly toward the shattered bookshelf. The room suddenly felt suffocating. I thought about my children reaching for me in dreams. About Shay bleeding beside betrayal. About James dying before he could save me. About Lucian confessing he used me. About Julian disappearing into shadows. Love will ask for your life. My mother’s words echoed painfully inside my head now. Not metaphorically. Literally. The curse demanded love because love fed it.

I go to the table. The page is dense, old handwriting in two languages, English and something older that I recognize as a Creole variant from my archive research. The English portion is a full clinical description of a working called The Lover's Ruin, which I have read about in Beatrice Ashworth's journals but which has never been as specific as what is written here. I read. The curse activates upon inheritance of the Sterling fortune. This I knew. The compulsion layer drives the heir to sabotage genuine love through pride, cruelty, and self-destruction. This I knew.

His scream ripped through me as the Bone Seer’s shadow pulled him under. I fell back, choking, clawing at my own throat as the vision shattered. My body hit cold stone again, chest heaving. I was back in the chamber, but the Bone Seer still stood before me, head tilted like he was studying a fragile insect. “You see now,” he whispered. “Love is not your salvation. It is your curse.” Rage boiled up through the terror. I spat blood on the floor and glared up at him. “Then I’ll turn the curse on you.”

Victory seemed impossible—until Rhea’s voice broke through the chaos once more. “Kaelan, listen to me!” she shouted, her voice trembling but firm. “You’re not alone in this. You never were. I—” She hesitated, the weight of her next words evident in her tone. “I believe in you. I—” Her voice broke, but she forced herself to continue. “I love you!” The world seemed to freeze. Kaelan’s heart stopped for a moment, her words echoing in his mind. And then, something inside him shifted. The weight of his curse, the chains that had bound him for so long, began to crack.

And it has brought them together again — one final time. A tragic, intoxicating love story set in the heart of winter — where fate, curses, and memory collide. Will love conquer the curse this time… or will the past repeat itself in blood and ruin? ✨ Coming soon: The Lycan's Flame (Book 1 Of The Eternal Bond Series)

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

"Because I found something at the Bodleian. Old texts from your time. Writings on spells, curses, witches. I have been working on them for days, trying to decipher them. And I think I have." He handed me a book, his notes marked in the margin. "I think what we felt when we kissed was not just us. It was the curse. Reacting to you. And to me." I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" He guided my eyes to the passage he had underlined and read, his voice low and steady. "It says: Only the kiss of true love, the union of fated souls, creates a ripple strong enough to shatter the curse." The words blurred. A cold that had nothing to do with the window crept up my spine. I let out a sudden, incredul

My power hummed weakly under my skin, frustrated, caged. “I would not be able to hurt you. I love you. You would not understand. It is complicated,” he replied, running a hand through his hair nervously. His words sounded desperate, almost cracked, but desperation didn’t erase what he had done. “So enlighten me,” I said sternly, looking into his eyes with challenge, fully ignoring his love confession. “My family is cursed,” he said again, and I rolled my eyes, tired of listening to these words repeated like a broken record. My patience was thinning dangerously.

Blood will shed and stark could only get her over his dead body. __________________________________ Unedited Sorry guys for the late update. Now I will try to update frequently as Cursed Love is completed. Don't forget to follow and like and comment. Till the next adios