Cursed Knuckles Novels & Stories

I threw myself in front of the television in an attempt to block it from view. "Don't watch it, Evan! I'm begging you, please! Look away!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, but it was no use. Evan's reddened eyes were fixed on the television screen. "Shut up!" Evan rushed at the television and punched it. Instantly, the screen turned dark, and the glass fragments left cuts on his hands. Using his bloodied hands, he grabbed Carmen by the throat and pressed her against the dining table.

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

Sebastian looked away and suddenly a familiar scream echoed in his head. IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER. He flinched shaking his head and gulping down. Sparing a single glance at Darren he walked back to the punching bag grabbing it with both hands. The bag was slightly ripped off, why couldn't he get that particular sentence out of his end from the night she spat on his face? Something bigger and unchangeable might happen.

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.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

BRIAN My fist connected with the wall, smashing through the wooden structure. Pieces of the flying wood landed on my shirt, and now, a fist-sized hole decorated the wall. Red dotted my knuckles, splinters clinging to the skin. I grabbed my neck, kneading the knotted muscles, sighing as I forcefully kneaded the tension away from them. She made me crazy. I was swearing one thing but doing another whenever it came to her. The skin on my arms split, black fur peeking out. My claws extended, sharp and begging to be released. My wolf growled in my mind, begging to be let out.

What else did his curse comprise of that I didn't know? "I courted seven ladies in the past. Unfortunately, none of them lived long enough to walk to the isle with me. My curse somehow affected them and killed them all. I guess they were too fragile to handle such burden." His eyes glistened with tears but as quickly as they came, so also they dried up. I have never survived any of Veronica's maltreatment nor Vivian's, without falling unconscious. Just how long would I endure before his curse finally took my soul?

And the Hexthorn. Right now, the cursed poison is on her fingers.

It was the tone he used on his guards. I reached the bottom of the stairs and walked across the marble floor. The cold stone sent a chill up my legs. I stopped two feet in front of him. He was breathing heavily. He smelled of sweat and copper. "You are bleeding," I said, looking at his hands. Kade looked down at his knuckles and the skin was split open. Dark blood oozed from the cuts, dripping onto the pristine floor. "It is not my blood," Kade said flatly. "Some of it is," I pointed out and reached out wrapping my fingers around his thick wrist. His skin was burning hot. He tensed immediately, trying to pull his arm back, but I held on. "You split your knuckles open. You need to clean them