Cursed In Love Novels & Stories

"There is only one way to break the curse completely." My eyes meet hers instantly. "If his mate truly falls in love with him," she adds. I blink. Love? How was I supposed to fall in love with a man who terrified me? "The curse was born from betrayal," she explains softly. "Only genuine love can unravel it." My heart skips a beat. Suddenly everything makes horrifying sense. The obsession. The manipulation. The desperation in his eyes whenever he looks at me. He's not just trying to possess me. He's trying to survive.

Toward the girl inside. “The curse began with love,” he said softly. “We will end it with order.”

My hands gripped her waist gently, like she might break. “But now I know,” I said. “We weren’t cursed because we loved the wrong way. We were cursed because we loved too purely… and that kind of love terrifies the things that want to control fate.” Alika shivered. “I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered. “Not like them. Not like the others.” “Then let me choose you, one last time.” “No—” I silenced her with a kiss. --- It wasn’t the desperate kind. It wasn’t a goodbye.

His bleeding knuckles had tightened ferociously. “People like us are not allowed to love because love is weakness, and a weakness is a curse for us,” she uttered, making him trail his bloodshed eyes in her direction. “Love is a curse for us, Zace,” her words burnt his soul ruthlessly. Love was a curse. Indeed, it turned out to be the most painful curse of his life, because he had started considering the most wrong person as his life's right person. He started believing that person to be his better half, whose existence had ripped him apart.

Nothing felt real anymore, not the cold floor beneath my knees, not the golden shimmer of his tail, and especially not this moment. Was I dreaming? I had to be because there was no way the man in front of me, the man who said I was his soulmate, kissed me like I was his world, and made me feel things I didn't know existed, could now tell me there was no place for me in his life. “I love you, Lake. With everything in me. Everything I am, and I will never love another. But ours is a cursed love. It has no place in this world.”

There are curses of infertility, illness, mutilation, altered appearance, and many other unpleasant things. But no matter how terrible a curse may be, if it is reversible—there is a way to lift it. And the answer is as old as the world itself: a very strong positive emotion. In particular, love is the key to breaking many, many curses. So, in general, nothing surprising there. Flipping through the book until midnight, I realized that Karadeylis has precisely a curse affecting his appearance—and some ailments as well. And since he walks, lives, and functions, the curse is most likely reversible—which means it can be removed.

So why did the world reset again? Had I been poisoned? Struck down quietly in the shadows? Or had the Moon Goddess tied my soul to Orion’s without my consent? I sank onto the edge of the bed, my hands trembling. If I was looping without dying, then this curse was worse than I thought. Much worse. I clenched the sheets in my fists. Fine. If this is some curse, some trick, I’ll figure it out. I won’t let them break me. But it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.

That's if it's a she. > “All the better. If the rune truly belongs to Ysolde and she reincarnated, the crescent will answer. It will point us to her soul, wherever she hides. Unless…” He cast a smirk toward Seraphine. “…you fear touching the curse again.” Seraphine's laughter rang, cold. > “Fear? No, Eldreth. I crave it.” --- “You speak of the Crescent Oath rite,” murmured Elder Nyx, after a long silence. “That ritual was forbidden after the last vampire war.”

His protest cut off in a strangled sound, his whole body seizing before going slack again. Fear clawed up my throat. “Raven, talk to me. Please.” His head dropped forward, his voice rough, broken. “It’s the curse.” The words sliced through me. He had told me once, in fragments, about it—the curse that bound his bloodline. The reason his love was a death sentence. Never to love without dying. I hadn’t understood then. I hadn’t wanted to. But now— “You’re saying…” My voice faltered. “Because you—because you love…”