Cursed Knuckles Novels & Stories

He had this sweet male scent and it made me want to snuggle beneath his arms. “Aw.” I winced, feeling the slight sting of pain as I accidentally scraped my right thumb against the slide and blood started dripping on my hand. Oh, crap! This is what you get for fantasizing, Cassidy! I scolded myself and reached for my hanky in my bag when all of a sudden, Caleb harshly stood up, knocking his chair down while glaring menacingly at my bloody thumb. “What is the matter, Mr. Scovell?” Mrs. Williams asked, surprised at his sudden action. The students were now gaping at us. Caleb didn't answer but kept glaring at me, specifically at my wounded thumb while covering his nose with his hand.

"Sorry but Master Ned's Parents have strictly instructed us not to allow anybody by that name in." "Please allow me to meet him once or give me his contact number."The gate was slammed against her as if forever.. Nancy hardly realised that she had been standing in front of the mirror undressing herself .Her hands automatically went towards the balls of flesh hanging below the collar bones .She felt that somebody had placed a one tonne weight on both of them.She wondered how it feels like to be smothered and caressed by male hands.She pulled them by their tips to relieve them from some burden.She was pressing them really hard .She never knew that one day her hormones would play this dirty ga

“Two packs existed to be the most powerful pack of our kind, the alvuelas and the crescent pack.” “Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole pr

Alaric said applying the brakes. “Damn! We are already at the hospital.” He kicked himself for driving so fast. There was so much more he wanted to discuss with her. Aunt Sue unwrapped the package to reveal an ancient dagger. The golden hilt was adorned with five precious stones each representing one of the five elements; Earth, fire, wind, water, and space. It had the power to destroy everything in the world.

VICTORIA I ran so fast I could feel the beating of my pulse in my ears. I had used magic, and he found out. I ran through the trees jumping over logs and dodging rocks. I was in my pyjama bottoms and a tank top, but he had beaten me so badly I had to use a little magic to heal my broken bones before they set. He had come into my room when he smelt my magic being used. The thing with my kind is magic leaves a metal-coppery smell in the air. Only strong Alpha's could smell it when not close by, but as if he knew I would try and heal myself after he broke my leg, he was there in the doorway of my room. He backhanded me across the face, and I flew into my dresser. I grabbed my silver letter open

But that didn’t make it any easier. Pain ripped through me in waves, fire scorching my veins. My spine twisted, lengthening with a sickening crack. My ribs expanded, pressing against my lungs, forcing a guttural snarl from my throat. My fingers contorted, nails splitting, reforming into sharp claws. I clawed at the ground, but my hands—no, my paws—tore through the dirt. My jaw stretched, snapping into place with fangs aching to tear, to hunt, to own the night.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

I grabbed his frame that hung up on the wall as I smashed it on my raised, right knee. "You are dead, so… Fucking… Remain… Dead, for crying out loud!!" I cursed this time around, placing so much emphasis on every single curse word.

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......