Cursed Knuckles Novels & Stories

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

Gilda’s expression shifted “ No… no. This cannot be. This can’t be happening. We must do something.” Her voice trembling with power “ Do you hear me Moon goddess? She is the Cursed one! She will always remain the cursed one! None of you’re precious plans will be fulfilled!” The last word thundered through the cavern, and the response came instantly. A blinding white light burst through the orb, flooding every corner of the cave. The runes on the walls flared, then shattered, sending shards of light through the air. The ground shook violently, dust falling like rain. “Aunt Gilda!” Melody screamed, shielding her face.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

"You insolent fool, you're courting death!" Tedric roared, unleashing all the fury he had built up from dealing with Kingsley and the others. Gideon executed his peerless fist technique, the Doombringer Knuckle. His punch clashed directly with the Soulpiercer Cleave. The supposedly indestructible Soulpiercer Cleave trembled violently, cracks spreading across its surface, ready to shatter at any moment. Gideon's fist, however, was drenched in blood, but it was nothing serious.

My arms felt like they would tear from their sockets at any moment, but I was helpless to do anything about it. The symptoms were intensifying, which meant the transition was progressing faster now. Time was running out like sand through an hourglass. If things didn't change soon, if I couldn't find that witch and reverse this curse, I would truly become one of them. 'It might already be too late.' No. I couldn't think like that. Pessimism had never helped anyone survive. 'Neither did blind optimism.' If only I could get my hands on something narrow and sharp; a nail, a shard of metal, anything, then I could pick the lock of these cuffs. But to find something like that, I'd need the very han

The closer I get, the tighter the curse wraps around it, like it’s afraid of me. “That’s him,” I say, and I don’t mean the platform or the room. I mean the pain. “It’s squeezing him.” Kael sucks in a breath. “I was afraid of that,” he says. “The curse isn’t static. It reacts. You get closer and it tightens to compensate.” “So I make it worse,” I say, and my throat burns. “No,” he says quickly. “You make it unstable. That matters.” The room pulses again and this time it drops straight into my legs. Pain flashes white and hot and I almost go down.

In fact, in his jacket pocket, Lucas was clenching his fists so tightly, his knuckles turned white and his fingernails dug into the flesh of his palms. ***

She says. I removed my hand from the light and what seemed to be a skeletal blueprint before, it immediately materialized the moment I removed my hand. Now, there was a shear glove over my left hand. I tried making a fist and saw micro scales moving. I even feel my knuckles hardening just enough but it was not too constricting. “You said you don’t want your knuckles to turn soft. The shell is hard, but it doesn't protect your knuckles that much so you can still keep your calluses.”

The floating ruins above them suddenly cracked violently. The realm itself trembled. Elena stumbled. “What’s happening?” The woman’s expression changed instantly. Fear. “Time is up.” The red sky split open suddenly with a deafening sound. The black ocean below them churned violently. “Elena listen to me carefully,” the woman said urgently while approaching her quickly. “The Francesco bloodline is cursed. And the necklace is waking up again.” The water rose higher instantly. Cold waves crashed around Elena’s legs. “What does that mean?!” Elena shouted desperately.

In my hand, a crystal tumbler held the whiskey Kael had brought back from his trip to Novella—a sharp, smoky burn that did little to dull the agony clawing at my heart. I swirled the amber liquid, my eyes fixed on its depths, my mind a storm of rage and desperation. This wealth, this power, this throne—it was all mine, wrested from my brother Adrian’s lifeless hands, his blood still staining my memories. But the price was steep, heavier than I’d ever imagined. The curse that gripped me wasn’t just a whisper of pain; it was a beast, its claws tearing at my chest, its teeth sinking into my soul, a relentless torment tied to the Moonborn’s existence. Killing her was my only salvation, the only