Cursed Knuckles Novels & Stories

I can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.

I couldn’t afford to be weak. I needed to be strong. Strong for my pack. Strong for myself. I marched toward him, my fingers trembling with the fury that burned through me. Without thinking, I ripped the glove from my right hand, exposing the dark marks that marred my skin. The curse that had followed me my entire life—the thing that defined me. I wanted him to see it, feel the weight of it. I wanted him to remember that I was not someone he could just walk up to and pretend that things could change.

As the moon reached its zenith, my bones began to twitch and crack, signaling the impending crisis. "Are you certain you harbor no untoward interest in Kaida?" Caspian asked for the umpteenth time. "No," I replied flatly, my movements swift and efficient as I secured the manacles around my wrists. The pressure was building, my head growing heavier as if some malevolent force was wrenching it around. I steeled myself for the impending agony, my body already beginning to succumb to the curse's insidious influence.

not Remi or Denton or even Liam who had seen it all. I was tainted now...dirty...they would never look at me the same. I would never look at me the same. I slashed the wrist of the dislocated arm, I felt a burn but no pain...and watched in fascination as blood seeped immediately, rolling in a red stream across my arm and pooling on the bed. I reached under the pillow and did one on my upper thigh as I couldn’t do the opposite wrist...my dead arm would not co-operate. And a sense of peace settled...because I was doing the right thing for all of us...ending the curse...

“Sigh! I don’t know what it is either. That little skull was getting faster and faster. If I had known that the skull would enter your body, I would not have dodged it!” Fane felt a pang of heartache and guilt when he looked at Selena’s worried expression. He sighed aloud. “Right, we should see what’s in the bald man’s martial ring!” Fane suddenly thought of something, and he took out the bald man’s martial ring, searching through it. Within several minutes, he found a book from the ring. He took it out and began to look through it. His expression grew more and more unsightly as he read through the book. “Dammit! This is a curse technique of the Bloodshed clan and it’s very vicious! If the c

Zey surged forward in my mind with a low snarl. Bone break. Bad one. “Shit,” I breathed. Karissa slid the rest of the way down the ladder, dropping the last few feet and landing hard on her feet. “He slipped,” she said quickly, breathless. “The rung—there’s wolfsbane dust all over it. His hands went numb.” Terrence groaned again, clutching his leg. “Don’t move,” I said immediately, crouching beside him. Even through the mask the wolfsbane in the air was starting to make my head spin.

"Avoid dying!" With more depth, my claws tore through the cursed vines until they broke apart from sheer pressure. I yanked them from her body as soon as they came off, snarling fiercely as I yanked the final coil out of her throat. Her face was already pale, and her lips were blue as her body slumped into my arms, weightless in the sea. I clutched my chest. With all of my remaining effort, I kicked upward while holding her close to me, one arm locked beneath her back and the other clutching her thigh.

He had hidden behind a marble statue, shaking from pain and fear. A voice had found him then soft, kind. His mother’s maid. She’d knelt beside him, her face full of worry. “You’re still human, my prince,” she’d said, reaching to touch his cheek. The moment her fingers brushed his skin, her body went still. Her eyes widened. She fell without a sound. That was the first time he understood. Kindness could kill. Touch was poison. The curse took whatever it wanted, and it always wanted life.

His words were contained with conviction, and I believed him "I'm a cursed wolf, my power is like a double-edged sword so extreme and powerful, yet wildly unpredictable. I can't control when I shifts, I always loose control and unleashing havoc on those around me. The memories of my past victims haunt me, every I closed my eyes,Every full moon, I'm consumed by a fury and always leave behind atrail of bloodshed." I said to him.