Cursed Knuckles Novels & Stories

Alexander stared at it for a while and nodded at them. They both left my presence while still discussing on how to go about in capturing the rogues. Holding the invitation card in my hand, I closed his eyes as the memory of years ago flashed before me. I had been cursed to live forever and had lived a thousand years hoping I would be able to break the curse. I remembered the prophecy that on the third day of the third month of the full moon I shall meet the one that was destined to break the curse. It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one.

"The sympathetic curse. The binding is transferring the injury directly to him. We need to act fast or the hand is lost completely." I winced as the pain grew more intense, the blackness creeping further up my finger. "The finger is rotting. The skin is black and dead. The binding is making it real. Elio's severed finger is killing mine piece by piece." Mira examined my hand with quick, practiced movements. "The necrosis is advancing fast. The ring on his finger is triggering the curse. We need to cut the connection. Emergency intervention now. I need a blade and clean cloth."

The door clicked shut then silence that followed was deafening, a violent snarl tore through me as I slammed my fist onto the desk so hard the wood cracked beneath the force, papers and maps scattering across the room. My breathing turned ragged. This curse called mate bond and this blood-soaked history, it was all tightening around my throat like chains and if I was ever given the chance… I would break this curse with my bare hands. No matter what it cost.

I heard the cloaked man's voice but I couldn't see him, my vision was clouded with tears and shadows. I soon heard him speaking in a strange language and before I could try to figure out what was going on, the needles in my body began to heat up and my body went rigid. I screamed again, my voice renting the air as I heard the sickening sounds of cracks and snaps, almost as if my bones were breaking and reforming. The pain that I felt in my entire body was excruciating. My throat contracted and my voice went mute. My body suddenly began to jerk and convulse uncontrollably, rattling the chains as the sound of the Vampire's voice became louder.

I have hide it in case Reed seem something suspicious and searched my clothes. The talisman glows in the light. I don’t know for how long I stare at it, before picking the knife from the shelf and slicing my left hand. Few drops of blood dropped on the talisman before the cut healed again. I have to do this. I want to know what happened to reed. Why the moon goddess cursed him. I closed my eyes. Anochi porta The trees started whooshing angrily outside the window. The wind blows strongly. None of this was enough to scare me anymore. I closed my eyes again, readying myself. After painful one minute of silence, the talisman glowed brightly, illuminating the whole room with his brightness.

" Alpha, the situation is critical .Its unusual .Completely mythical.Something never heard of .Child is not coming out but instead luna's body is releasing a slow poison . Her hands are turning cold .We..we don't know what to do?" The oldest healer told worriedly. Her every word created havoc in every members mind. Every heart prayed for the luna and heir .Marcus froze on the place, his body turning cold each passing second as his eyes turned firey red as unsheded tears compile in his eyes . . Fire hampering his mind, howling to do something for the mate .Cursing themselves for being cursed .Everything was because of curse, every bloody thing .They knew. The pain of helplessness felt to be

He tries to stagger up quickly only to kick his leg so hard against a huge rock that the sound of the breaking of his bones was so loud in his ears. "Now you have a broken ankle and a bruised knee. How are you ever going to catch me?" The Cursed teases him and laughs entering into the kingdom. The cries of kids, females, males, and animals were so loud in the air as the Cursed shatters them into pieces and drinks their blood. "Please don't harm my baby. Please" a female pleads with the Cursed who was prowling towards her on her knees clutching onto her baby tightly as tears flowed freely from her eyes soaking up her clothes and that of her baby. "Please. Please!"

They were the colour of my skin, so I doubted anyone had noticed them earlier. I pulled the gloves off, exposing my thin, withered hands to them. They gaped. "What the hell is that?" Someone asked, a slight look of disgust on his face. I didn't blame him. I couldn't believe those were my hands either. "The curse," I said. "It happened when I broke the urn and joined with Althea's spirit." "Your hands have been like that for months?" Another person asked, horrified. "No. This is a new development. The curse has gotten stronger, and I've been told it'll only keep growing unless I find a way to break the curse."

"What I said was I don't need *you* to be afraid." Cain's hand did not move beneath hers. Her fingers pressed down one by one on the back of his hand. As if counting something. His knuckles arched slightly under her palm. The second joint of his index finger bore the thick callus of a sword grip. The third joint of his middle finger carried an old blade scar. The edge of his pinky held a thin patch of chilblain scarring. In the same position as the faint red mark on the webbing of her thumb.

Knox is on the floor. Shirtless, soaked in sweat, and something about his body is WRONG in a way that my brain tries to reject before my eyes finish processing it. The muscles under his skin are moving – MOVING, shifting and rippling like something underneath is trying to rearrange itself, and his hands are pressed flat against the hardwood and his fingers are tipped with something that isn’t fingernails. They’re longer and curved and dark and they’ve gouged lines into the floor like trenches, and the word my brain supplies is CLAWS even though that word doesn’t belong in a sentence about a human being.