Cursed Letters Novels & Stories

she explained. “So is it a number, a letter, a word?” I asked, digging out my phone to G****e it. I frowned because I just kept finding this weird symbol. “Because I’m just seeing this symbol, and it’s giving me weird Prince vibes from when he went by a symbol.” I frowned. “Well, it’s a letter. Like Alpha, it’s just the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet.” Delilah explained. While I was trying to seriously think about which title sounded better, André started humming Kiss by Prince. I groaned, covering my face with one hand as he went from humming to singing.

"Yes, it is not impossible." She let out a sigh of obvious frustration and made her way to our shelves of books. Curiously, I watched her search for a book and I waited patiently for her to find it and show it to me. Giving me a corny look, she dropped the dusty book on my lap with a loud thud. "What is this?" I asked in amusement, running my fingers on the letters engraved on the book cover. It clearly stated that the book was for toddlers. "There is a spell in there that will quicken your learning and you will become with whatever Latin speaker you wish to be before midnight," she responded, walking towards the door.

“Why I can’t mark and claim you as mine…” "The curse?" I repeat, the word feeling heavy and ominous in the quiet hall. “Yes. I’m cursed, Rhea.” I stare at him in shock. The powerful Alpha of Moonshade, is cursed. broken down by a shadow I don't understand. And me being close to him somehow affects his curse. ***

Whatever fragile hope of peace this meeting was meant to build is gone, crumbling like ash between my fingers. All that’s left are wolves glaring at me with murder in their eyes. All that’s left is the bond thrumming louder than ever, wild and undeniable, reminding me with every breath that Ronan Draven’s life is mine and mine is his. The last sound that cuts through the chaos, through the whispers and growls and the pounding in my ears, is a single word rolling like thunder across both packs: “Cursed.” It doesn’t matter who says it first. It doesn’t matter who echoes it after.

he whispered, “is the Curse of the First Luna.” A chill shot through me. “The… what?” He raised his eyes to meet mine—full of sorrow. “It is a curse older than the packs themselves. A curse placed upon those who rewrite destiny. Those who shift the fate written by the Moon Goddess.” I blinked at him, stunned. “I don’t understand.” He exhaled shakily. “Charlotte… every time someone alters destiny or breaks the natural path, they pay with their soul. The crescent mark… it represents the countdown.”

I could feel the magic in the stones under my feet, and I could sense him—not in my mind, but in the air, like a storm circling just beyond the horizon. Harry wasn’t done. And I wasn’t waiting for him to strike either. “Aria.” Jason’s voice came from the doorway. He came inside,“we found something.” Kael followed behind him, holding a black-bound ledger—ancient, its pages brittle. “It was hidden in the headmistress’s private study. Guarded by a blood seal.” I turned. “What is it?” Kael opened it carefully. “Records. Of her. The first Cursed One. The one who created the bond between our bloodline and the Shadow Weave.”

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."

“It’s not the curse that’s difficult to deal with. It’s the decipher of the meaning behind the curse and the words used in them. Because a curse is not just words, but the emotions and the part of the immortal’s soul that they put in those words that make them so difficult to deal with. They are like a virus who mutates in every tenth part of a nanosecond.” “Have you ever read this book before? No lies, omega.” “No, alpha. I have never read this book before.” He shut the book and tossed it on the table. He repeated the same with several other books before he sprawled on the couch, lost somewhere. His elbow rested on the armrest, his fingers pressed against his temple while he contemplated me

She stated. "You're right. They're connected. Both talking about religious, bible and about holiness." The detective said while writing something on her notebook. "Wait, are we looking for a culprit who's into religious act? Now that's funny." Anastasia joked. "The letters are translated as Kaf and Resh right? Do you think it is connected?" Alice asked them. "Im not certain. But I think the culprit used the Hebrew Alphabet to translate it into English Alphabet. And now we got a letter F and R." Anastasia said.

It was as though they could sense the weight of what I carried. “What have you found, Jho?” Uncle Jayden asked, his voice steady but lined with tension. I stepped forward, unfolding the parchment and laying it on the table. “The curse is real,” I began, my voice strong despite the knot in my throat. “It ties back to an ancient Alpha of Crescent Moon who defied the Goddess. The curse has lingered through the bloodline, and now... it’s taken root in Luna Tilly.” Crescent Moon’s Luna’s face paled, and Beta Trent placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. “What does it say?” Luna Tilly asked, her voice barely above a whisper.