Cursed Lovers Novels & Stories

Alain groaned once more as he kissed the neck of his most impressive redhead peasant girl, the thick hot eruption of his passion and seed filling her waiting warmth as their eyes locked once more, he cared not that he risked much by filling her this way, a tireless affair that had brought him back from the brink of self-destruction in the way of noble intrigue getting the better of him and his young foolish heart but he had not wanted it any other way. Cordelia moaned as she clung to him feeling his seed coat her once more as they both struggled to catch their wayward breath amid dwindling thrusts and sloppy kisses. She had pleased her lover and he had returned the favor in kind. Her world t

All the while hearing his master explain their story. “In the beginning, they were harmless creatures; then humans found their hiding spots. That’s when the horrid experiments started on them. They were injected with the blood of the Kraken but reacted badly to it. They became too powerful for the humans to control so they just let them run rampant. These creatures have lost their sense of judgment and need to be punished. So just enjoy yourself, Drake.” Drake does enjoy himself greatly and within a few minutes completely decimates the Whitlock boss along with his lackeys. Drake then changes back to his human form and jumps up to stand next to Angel.

My pregnant older sister was taken as well, she got married a year ago and it was her first child, her husband was killed too. She was sold as a breeder, since her pregnancy is proof that she's fertile. All the other Vampires except the royal family usually buy a male and female slave and force them to have kids, which they either sell or keep to groom as blood slaves, sex slaves or even both. Once a female breeder could no longer have children, she would either be killed or sold. Such would be the fate of my sister and that would have been my fate as well but my captors decided that my body wasn't appealing enough so I wasn't classified as a breeder.

I cursed at my moon goddess for having to put us through this! I was so enraged at her when I first realised my mate was in fact a vampire. Why us? Why wasn’t my mate another werewolf like every other wolf I know? Why had I never heard of this kind of bond before? No one had ever spoke of a vampire and werewolf being mates in all our history. This shit just didn’t happen.

Xavier murmured. I didn’t answer. My attention stayed on the wolf’s silhouette outside. He still clung to the idea of a destined mate, even now. Xavier too was dangerously attractive for someone dead inside. They both had a chance. I… did not. Women flinched when they saw my cursed face. Not one of us could complete the curse alone. It was all or nothing three loves found, or eternal torment for every soul under this roof. And because of me, they were running out of time.

The estate needed emotional sacrifice to survive. The lovers were not chosen randomly. Every man tied to me became part of the cycle. Every betrayal fed it. Every heartbreak strengthened it. Every death sealed another layer of the curse deeper into Blackwood’s foundation. I swallowed hard. Then I read the final passage again. To sever the binding temporarily, the vessels must perish by the hand of the source. My breathing slowed. The vessels. The lovers. The men. A cold shiver ran through me. If I killed them, the curse would weaken.

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.

But the pull grew stronger every day. Love? That stupid word was impossible for someone like her, she was cursed and wolfless, her spirit so weak it barely stirred. Yet jealousy clawed at me whenever Darius neared her. Even now, after I told him to take her, the thought of them together ripped me apart. Blame the mate bond, I told myself. It forced this madness. No way a Veylor would fall for a Duskbane, they were cursed. A knock rattled the door. I ignored it, continuing my pace, sweat beading on my forehead.

"No trace of him." "Well, circle back." My father sounded utterly disappointed, and I was too. "We'll keep looking." The person we were looking for was the very thing that stood between life and death for my entire pack, most urgently, for my father. His name was Griffin, and the story went like this. Many, many years ago, on the night of a blood moon, my father, unable to help his transformation, succumbed to his primal instincts and attacked Griffin and his wife, resulting in her death. In his sorrow, Griffin cursed my father while holding his wife's lifeless body or whatever was left of it. Nobody thought anything would come of it, but now in his old age, my father was experiencing night