Cursed Love Novels & Stories

“She will never be my mate.” I can’t allow it. I swore, years ago, when the curse first showed its teeth, that I would never love again. Not after what happened to my first mate. Not after the blood on my hands. Every woman I’ve ever loved has died. The curse feeds on love—on the bond between Alpha and mate—twisting it into a weapon. It makes me crave closeness even as it poisons it, until the one I cherish most is marked for death. And when they die… it is always by my hand.

The cursed wolf rested in love. The light rested in love. Love was the quiet. And it settled. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. Always. The manor rested in love. The garden rested in love. The light rested in love. The love was the quiet. And it settled. For the fleeting. For the boundless. For the interval. The story was not pursued. It rested. Every evening. In every softening. In every presence. The cursed wolf rested in love.

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

His scream ripped through me as the Bone Seer’s shadow pulled him under. I fell back, choking, clawing at my own throat as the vision shattered. My body hit cold stone again, chest heaving. I was back in the chamber, but the Bone Seer still stood before me, head tilted like he was studying a fragile insect. “You see now,” he whispered. “Love is not your salvation. It is your curse.” Rage boiled up through the terror. I spat blood on the floor and glared up at him. “Then I’ll turn the curse on you.”

“This time is different.” She leaned in, smiling like it hurt her. “Oh, I know what makes it different.” Her voice dropped, sugar-sweet and deadly. “Is it because your husband wants a divorce again? Is that what cracked the Ice Queen this time?” She tilted her head. “Let me guess… he finally had enough and you realized nobody else would love you the way he used to.” I stared at her. Because she wasn’t wrong. Calla—I—had once begged for love and died for it. And now, in this cursed body, I was being begged to leave love behind and couldn’t stomach it.

And it has brought them together again — one final time. A tragic, intoxicating love story set in the heart of winter — where fate, curses, and memory collide. Will love conquer the curse this time… or will the past repeat itself in blood and ruin? ✨ Coming soon: The Lycan's Flame (Book 1 Of The Eternal Bond Series)

Ethan clutched his head in despair, his voice raspy as he said, "It's not like that, Amelia. Please believe me. I've always loved you and Heidi. I never thought something like this would happen. I really—" "Shut up!" I interrupted him, my rage burning, "How dare you say you loved us? If you really loved us, this wouldn't have happened! You're nothing but a hypocrite and a scumbag!" He knelt on the ground, overwhelmed with hurt as he endured my fury. Then, he pleaded, his voice filled with deep remorse and despair. "Amelia, go ahead and hit me, cuss at me. It's all my fault. I'm responsible for Heidi's death..."

“The curse had been broken the moment you fell in love with each other after breaking the matebond with each other, the moment Hayden took the bullet and sacrificed his life for you, the moment you awakened your power because of your love for him.” “No one has ever shown me a greater love than the two of you, my children. Even without a matebond, even with a curse, even without memory, your love for each other is stronger than ever. Your loves have overpowered the curse inflicted on you,” she continued.” “And no one, no couple, ever deserves a matebond more than you two. So, my dear child, I grant you back the matebond you pray for. Thank you for showing me what true love is all about…”

His bleeding knuckles had tightened ferociously. “People like us are not allowed to love because love is weakness, and a weakness is a curse for us,” she uttered, making him trail his bloodshed eyes in her direction. “Love is a curse for us, Zace,” her words burnt his soul ruthlessly. Love was a curse. Indeed, it turned out to be the most painful curse of his life, because he had started considering the most wrong person as his life's right person. He started believing that person to be his better half, whose existence had ripped him apart.

"Mate, how can you say this? Can't you feel our bond, my every being craving for your scent and your touch? I'm dying to feel you, can't you? The girl stared at him as her life depended on his answer. "Sorry, I don't know what feeling; what bond are you talking about? I'm not feeling anything, so don't mislead everyone; I already found my soulmate." Ellis turned his gaze to Belle; his distant look turned gentle in a second as if he was a different person. Jealousy rose in the girl's heart; she wanted to kill the person who was getting what belonged to her, She suddenly turned and looked at the person who was just a little behind her; without a second delay, she grabbed Belle through her thro