Novel & Cerita Cursed Lovers

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

Both his eyes and touch bewildered me and I can't wait to meet him in the eclipse of ours that he told me. In this world where romance was the last thing that everyone wants me to experience and witness, I've never thought that a complete stranger will awaken the fire within me- a fire that was long locked because they think the word "love" will weaken the power that I hold and stop me from doing my responsibilities perfectly. "You will marry the Dark Wolves alpha." Those words from my father made me stuck in my place as if I was statued there right after I entered the palace where he was waiting for me.

Cursed by the one who hid and loved him. That his fire may do him harm should he use it. That his flame should bring him death should he wield it. Cursed was he and his descendants. By his blood and that of his love, his salvation locked away in the Deanton forevermore. Split in two by a sacred stone and scattered that no one might find it. Alas, For in the place called after that which blooms and the North of Norths so true, that which holds the cure in the centre may be found. With a sacred stone, the blood of the marked and of his lost love, they shall set free that which is bound."

"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

This space wants to make me dissolve, wants to unmake me, and I am holding together by sheer force of thought, and the wolf does not understand that yet. The layers are obvious now. Not chains. Not ropes. Layers. One is the Alpha, hard and cold and furious. One is the wolf, raw and instinctive. One is the mate, fractured, longing, lost. They do not align. They cannot align. The curse is smart. It knows if they touch it will break. So it keeps them apart. The wolf hits again. Harder. Faster. “I’m going to tear this apart!” “No,” I tell him. “Stop. It doesn’t work like that. We can’t. Not yet.”

“I had been determined never to get close to anyone again because I was afraid that someone would use them against me. That was why I had been acting like I didn’t know you loved me. That was why that night at the guesthouse, I just couldn't go on with making love to you because I knew I didn’t deserve you—I was afraid I would fall head over heels for you and you might die because of me like my mate did. That is why anytime I wanted to love you too, I remembered the people who died because of me. I knew Eira liked me too, so I asked her to act like we were together so you could stay away from me. The truth is, there is nothing between us.” Then he stared at Cassandra head-on. “So you see, I'

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.

So why did the world reset again? Had I been poisoned? Struck down quietly in the shadows? Or had the Moon Goddess tied my soul to Orion’s without my consent? I sank onto the edge of the bed, my hands trembling. If I was looping without dying, then this curse was worse than I thought. Much worse. I clenched the sheets in my fists. Fine. If this is some curse, some trick, I’ll figure it out. I won’t let them break me. But it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.

And the twins were its target. The forest answered with a guttural roar that didn’t belong to any wolf I had ever heard. The trees shook. Shadows twisted unnaturally, stretching across the ground like living claws. The glowing eyes advanced in a slow, deliberate circle, not rushing—hunting. Damien’s aura flared, violent and blinding. “These aren’t Council assassins,” he growled. “They’re Bloodbound.” My stomach dropped. Bloodbound wolves were ancient. Cursed. Beasts that fed on Luna power.

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."