Cursed Knuckles Novels & Stories

"My Prince, you are awake.. What happened, I heard a loud thud and I rushed in to see you sprawled on the floor.. Are you okay?" I stated at him and back at myself... I am cursed but I am different.. I have been cursed since I was an infant and my cure is a Sheba but I am different now because she is my cure and she has healed me. Sarafina. "I think I have my memories back, Khan" * * *

" 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.

My blood turned cold. From the shadows ahead emerged a large, powerful cougar, muscles rippling beneath tawny fur. Its golden eyes locked onto mine. I raised my hand instantly to summon my powers for defense. But there was nothing. I tried again, summoning the familiar silver glow. A sharp, burning pain flared at my wrist.I gasped, clutching the skin hard as if it'll make the pain stop. The black mark seated on my wrist, the Mark of the Cursed, seared like heated iron. The pain disrupted my focus, scattering my magic before it could form.

He cracked his knuckles and lunged at me. I was expecting it, I know, but when he lunged at me with that super Vampire speed of his, I cringed. Still, it was kill or be killed so I threw up my fist and opened my hand with the crucifix hidden in my palm. He took my hand to be little more than a child trying to stop a speeding train as he continued to move forward. But when his chest made contact with my palm, he stopped cold as if he had run into the side of a concrete building! There was a cracking and a bright streak of fire.

Chelsea noted. "It's because of the curse," Bryan replied. "What is this curse called?" Chelsea asked. Bryan explained it was the Midnight Curse, which kills the afflicted and their relatives within an hour if not treated. And if the curse is intense, even stabilization won't help. I sat on the ground, pained, feeling my heart slow and my senses dull. I couldn't make sense of what was happening around me. Chelsea's worried voice reached me; she was giving instructions to Belle and Bryan. I fought the pain, trying to draw the curse into myself so it wouldn't harm Flora or pass to Ivan. I couldn't let that happen.