Cursed Love Novels & Stories

"Because I found something at the Bodleian. Old texts from your time. Writings on spells, curses, witches. I have been working on them for days, trying to decipher them. And I think I have." He handed me a book, his notes marked in the margin. "I think what we felt when we kissed was not just us. It was the curse. Reacting to you. And to me." I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" He guided my eyes to the passage he had underlined and read, his voice low and steady. "It says: Only the kiss of true love, the union of fated souls, creates a ripple strong enough to shatter the curse." The words blurred. A cold that had nothing to do with the window crept up my spine. I let out a sudden, incredul

Toward the girl inside. “The curse began with love,” he said softly. “We will end it with order.”

Love. And as Kael held her limp form against his chest, his trembling fingers brushing her cheek, he realized the truth that had always been at the heart of his curse: He wasn’t doomed because he was weak. He was doomed because he loved too deeply — and she was the only one who ever loved him enough to pull him out of hell itself. He kissed her forehead, whispering through the quiet, “I’m here. I’m not letting go again.” The battlefield around them fell silent — as if even the gods themselves bowed their heads to the healer who had stood before darkness and dared to love it back into light.

“The curse existed before you were born. Ma Felicia weaponized it. The men chose their bargains willingly.” “But it feeds through me.” Her silence hurt worse than words. I staggered backward slowly toward the shattered bookshelf. The room suddenly felt suffocating. I thought about my children reaching for me in dreams. About Shay bleeding beside betrayal. About James dying before he could save me. About Lucian confessing he used me. About Julian disappearing into shadows. Love will ask for your life. My mother’s words echoed painfully inside my head now. Not metaphorically. Literally. The curse demanded love because love fed it.

Fight your fears, just like you once fought his demons. Sighing, I dropped the suitcase and sat on the couch. My head was aching and my heart beat awfully loud. Doubts and suspicion were eating me up from the inside. "I love him, after everything that had happened, I still fucking love him!" I sobbed, burying my face into my palms, "His curse was that he was incapable of love, and you know what's mine? Mine's that I can never stop loving him. I can't unlove what I love. It's so fucked up."

"Don't be in a hurry. Listen to me first... The cure for ordinary Love Curse is ... having sex. It's quite easy for a couple, but if they are not a couple, one can control the other with it. "For example, one can use Love Curse to force the person who doesn't love him to fall for him." Molly's eyes darkened. In her opinion, only mutual love was perfect. It was shameless to use such underhanded means. Someone poisoned Sean with Love Curse. Who did that? Was it someone who adored him? Molly's expression was very ugly.

William rebuked her. Closing her eyes, Carla replied, "William, I'm heartbroken. I'm not asking you to love me as much as you love Crista, but please don't dislike me. I know I've slept with other men, so my body isn't pure anymore, but my heart is. You're the only man I've ever loved, and I'll sacrifice anything to love you."

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.

"Alpha Cassius Moonveil shall fall in disgrace. And every daughter of his blood... shall suffer in love, as I have. They will love men they cannot have. Their hearts will shatter, as mine did this night." This curse will live. And only your blood will pay its price. "But it will end... when one of Cassius’ daughters finds love with a son of my blood. Only true love—born from betrayal and suffering—will break the curse." I bent low and pressed a final kiss to my baby’s brow. "Protect him... make him strong. For this world will show him no kindness."

My hands gripped her waist gently, like she might break. “But now I know,” I said. “We weren’t cursed because we loved the wrong way. We were cursed because we loved too purely… and that kind of love terrifies the things that want to control fate.” Alika shivered. “I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered. “Not like them. Not like the others.” “Then let me choose you, one last time.” “No—” I silenced her with a kiss. --- It wasn’t the desperate kind. It wasn’t a goodbye.