Cursed Knuckles Novels & Stories

Serenity shook her head. "Just help me to break the curse." "It's not easy, the state in which you cursed him was emotionally powerful. It had hate, anger, mistrust and mourning... That curse is strong. Not to mention that it's given by one of the powerful witch..." Sabrina said and Serenity looked away in guilt. "Augustus can revive people" Serenity said. "If he kills her and revive her back then will it work... There must be some loophole in it." "Augustus can only revive those people whom he has killed... He might revive her back but there are chances that the curse won't break and if she dies out of natural causes then he can't revive her"

Be aware and don't get your hopes up too much or you'll be crushed again for the umpteenth time! *** To be continued.... Don't forget to look forward to the next chapter

Instantly four claw marks appeared on his chest and he could barely control himself. "Knight!" Raven grabbed his wrist and pinned his hand by his ear, "You--?!" "You remember the Alpha's curse?" Knight said between his messy breath, "It's ten times worse than that if not more...I can't, control it..." Raven froze where he was, staring at Knight with pain in his eyes. He knew how it felt like -- the night where he knocked over the "medicine" Elena brought him, it was worse than death! He could barely take it for a few minutes, and Knight had obviously been there for hours!

A gleam of silver shot toward Blake's chest. Although Blake didn't know what the shining object was, he could feel a sense of extreme danger. He dodged quickly to avoid Caleb's punch. However, he did not dodge quickly enough, and it grazed his abdomen. He felt a piercing pain at once, and Blake realized that Caleb was wearing brass knuckles. However, the brass knuckles were different from ordinary ones. There was a steel needle that was about an inch long on the middle finger. Blake said angrily, "Caleb, you are shameless! How can you wear brass knuckles in a martial arts battle?"

One hand wrapped lightly around my throat while the other slid between my legs, fingers teasing my entrance without entering. “Touch me again,” he ordered. “Hands on my back. Feel the runes while I edge this greedy little cunt.” I obeyed, sliding my palms over the tattooed muscles of his back. The curse flared hotter than ever. Cassian groaned, thrusting two thick fingers deep inside me while his thumb rubbed firm circles over my clit. The dual sensation — my hands on his skin feeding the curse while he fucked me with his fingers — had me sobbing with need. “Please… Cassian… I need to cum… it hurts…”

The display flickered out into absolute darkness as the internal circuitry shorted out in a spray of tiny sparks. Julian let out a sharp, agonized shriek, his body collapsing over the desk as he clutched his right hand against his chest. The impact had completely shattered the delicate bones of his knuckles, blood instantly seeping through his fingers, staining the dark wood beneath him as the true silence of his total ruin filled the room.

“Your mate’s past is catching up.” She froze. And then she snapped his neck. Ronan He watched it all through the crystal. Watched her fight. Watched her take down five men like they were children. Watched her kill. And by gods help him, it made his blood roar. But then he saw the mark on one of the fallen. A symbol burned into their wrist. Three slashes over a crescent. His chest went cold. “No,” he whispered. “That’s not possible. They’re supposed to be dead.”

And the signs of what was happening to him were there if you knew what to look for. A slight pallor beneath the controlled surface of him. The way he slightly favored his right side, the adjustment so practiced that it had become seamless. The gloves, despite the warmth of the chamber. She had worn gloves like that herself when she was learning to control an early stage of curse-contact—not because of cold, but because of what was happening to the skin underneath. Dark veins. The same pattern she had seen in Cain's wound. The same pattern she eased out of Sera week by week.

Not in pain—more like the emotional equivalent of someone stepping on a Lego. “...Charming... truly...” he muttered, flexing his fingers like they’d been contaminated.

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.