Cursed In Love Novels & Stories

“There was someone before you… and she put him through hell. That is why he is so cold. He wants you to fear him.” “I can’t do that,” I cut in immediately. “I can’t fear someone and love that same person at the same time. It’s either I fear him… or I love him.” Steve paused, as if he didn’t quite understand me, but then he continued anyway. “As I said, he is cursed. And it is only true love that can break that curse completely. But it will not be easy. You will face many tribulations to prove your love and loyalty.” My heart sank deeper with every word.

Why would he be afraid? My vision blurred, but through the haze, I saw him. Zayn rushed toward me, his mask slipping from his face. His eyes—usually cold and hard—were filled with something unfamiliar: horror. "Darling, what have you done?" His voice cracked as he knelt beside me, pulling me into his arms. I didn’t understand. His sister, Seleira, had been poisoned, and I was accused of the crime. Why should he care? But as his arms wrapped around me, lifting my body with care, my heart raced with confusion.

"Everything aligns, and while the liquid I made helps to manage it temporarily, it is not a permanent solution. I had no idea what the curse was but made that liquid out of knowledge because I knew it could help. It is like a normal liquid that can help with curses, but after knowing about this curse... I don't know if that liquid would be of any help for long." "Then tell us," Kira pressed, as Bryan and Aiden placed their hands over hers, which were still on their laps, rubbing it gently. "What is this curse?" Morane's gaze locked onto Kira's, then moved to Bryan and Aiden. "It's called, Zhrakkor Korvakia." "What does that mean?" Aiden asked. "It means, The Curse of Love," Morane answered.

“But it’s the absolute truth. I never wanted this. And I never planned to hurt you.” “Then explain it to me,” I said, stepping closer to her. “If you care for me, you would find a way to fight it. Let me help you.” She shook her head, “You don’t understand. This isn’t something I can fight. It’s a curse from the goddess. And you deserve someone who can give you all of their love and all their heart.” My wolf howled. ‘I don’t care about curses,: he said, my voice desperate. ‘I want you, Isabelle. But I can’t share your love. I have to be your one and only.’

With an expression of rare vulnerability, he murmured, “Cheyenne, I know everything now... It was my fault. Please forgive me, okay? We... we can have another child.” I abruptly lifted my head. What a trivial, dismissive statement to gloss over the pain of losing my child. I raised my hand and delivered a resounding slap across his face. “Weren’t you always so devoted to Queenie? I’ve given you your freedom. I won’t interfere with you two anymore. Get out and don’t sully my home.” He grabbed my hand in desperation. “It’s not like that... I just—She’s just—” I interrupted coldly, fed up with his excuses, “Just your sister, right? Then, why did you choose me, a woman who looks so much like her

Her molten silver and crimson eyes met each of them, carrying centuries of rage, grief, and inevitability. And then — she stabbed herself. The blade slid through her chest with a quiet finality, her body collapsing into the whirlwind she had summoned. The wind howled louder, as if mourning her, carrying the remnants of her magic across the world. When it settled, silence fell. The alphas stared, horrified. She was gone. Dead. Yet the curse had been cast, the children marked. For a long moment, no one moved. Then the alphas understood. The curse had not been meant to kill the children — it was meant to bind them. To twist fate itself. To ensure that if they ever found each other, everything t

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.

But all I could feel was the hollow ache of betrayal sitting cold in my chest. I sank to my knees in front of her and reached out, my hands hovering just shy of touching her. “If anything happens to you…” I swallowed hard. “Sav, if anything happens to you because of this—because of me—I’ll never survive it.” Her tears fell onto my hands. “Then love me enough to believe that nothing will.” I closed my eyes. I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But deep down, I already knew. The curse had never been about bloodlines or ghosts or fate. The curse was love itself—this endless, vicious thing that always found a way to take what I loved most.

His breath came ragged, each inhale laced with pain. He looked up at the altar. The runes had changed. The name “Lila Winters” was still there — but beneath it, a new set of words had appeared, glowing faintly: THE HEART OF THE CURSE SHALL RISE THROUGH THE ONE WHO LOVES HER. Cole stared at the inscription, realization dawning like fire. The curse wasn’t in him. It was spreading through him — using his connection to Lila as a bridge. And if the prophecy was right, then his love for her wasn’t her salvation.

He stared at her then—eyes wild, haunted, broken. “Can’t you see, Zara? We’re cursed. You and me. Everything we touch turns to blood. My family destroyed yours. Yours destroyed mine. Don Enzo’s dead, your mother’s missing, Adrian’s being hunted, and all because we fell in love.” Her voice cracked. “That’s not love’s fault.” “It’s ours,” he said quietly. “We’re the curse.” He pushed his chair back violently and stood, pacing to the window, his back to her. “Maybe this is what we deserve.”