Cursed Lovers Novels & Stories

He stared at her then—eyes wild, haunted, broken. “Can’t you see, Zara? We’re cursed. You and me. Everything we touch turns to blood. My family destroyed yours. Yours destroyed mine. Don Enzo’s dead, your mother’s missing, Adrian’s being hunted, and all because we fell in love.” Her voice cracked. “That’s not love’s fault.” “It’s ours,” he said quietly. “We’re the curse.” He pushed his chair back violently and stood, pacing to the window, his back to her. “Maybe this is what we deserve.”

"You caught me unaware with the question. But if you must know, I haven't been with any man. I think I deserve to know who Inessa was. This information isn't what I had to beg you for. For my peace of mind, who is she?" "Was. She was my first love. She wasn't my mate, but damn, we did love each other. Then, all the realms were at war with each other, there was utter chaos. Vampires were feeding on wolves and witches. Witches were using vampires are sacrifice for dark magic, werewolves practically went feral, and they were killing anything they found on their path. That's all you need to know, she was my first love." He stood up from the slab wanting to leave my presence when I stopped him. "

I scoffed out a small, bitter laugh at how foolish I was back then. “All the signs were all in my face, but I was too blinded by love and the gifts he gave me to see them,” I continued, tears pricking my eyes as my throat went dry. “That was until I learnt he was married and his wife was in a different country.” Tears made to escape my eyes but I quickly blinked them back, a dull, throbbing familiar ache in my chest making it hard for me to breath.

All those did not matter when all they thought of me was that I needed to be cuffed and silenced! Father Cassimir was - I’m not even sure who he was. He was a man of God. One sent to our village by the catholic church, to spread the word of God, after Father Lucius died of pox. Unlike Father Lucius, Father Cassimir was younger. Still almost double my age, with a nasty uncombed beard and such a disgusting smirk that he’d offer the younger women. He smelled like incense and his eyes held a strange predator gaze that always made me feel sick and unsafe when he’d cast a glance my way. He had been invited not just once to dine with us, but everytime he came into our house, I felt violated and as

Paris in February wasn't performing for anyone — grey sky, cold air, the city just being itself in winter light, and Isla loved it immediately, standing at the kitchen window that first morning looking down at the street below. "There's a bookshop right underneath us," she said. "I didn't even plan that." "You picked the apartment." "I picked it for the light. The bookshop's a bonus." The gallery team had been cautious at first — Céleste had warned her, gently, before they arrived. "They have strong opinions." But within the first week, the French curators had shifted from professional skepticism into something genuinely collaborative, one junior curator in particular trailing Isla through t

Fresh tears blurred the words. “Do not tell him the truth.” “He will never believe you.” “The curse began three hundred years ago.” “Every man who truly loves a woman born with our blood…” ”…will slowly surrender his life.” ⸻ A tear landed on the page. The ink blurred slightly. ⸻ “The first kiss marks him.” “The second weakens him.” “The third binds his soul.” “After the seventh…” The sentence ended abruptly. The rest of the page had been burned away. ⸻

At first, they thought their Alpha would change if he found Luna for them, but Alpha never found their Luna in these 2000 years, thanks to their cursed fate and pack. Their elders tried to pair him with capable women, but he disposed of them from their duty; their pack members never dared to raise this issue in front of their Alpha. They lost their faith that he would change; they accepted that their monster Alpha would never change, so it’s better to keep their distance from him. Specifically, at night, their pack has a rule. After sunset, no wolf was allowed to go near the packhouse; even if they ever accidentally appeared in front of the Alpha, they were not allowed to look into his eyes.

Words say she put a curse under it that said that only the chosen ones would see the secret passage and go through it to meet their lover. But why is this a curse, right? Well the problem here is .... Once you step through it and possibly find your mate, you're given two chances : You either take your mate and live like vampires for all the eternity or with you mate beside you find the cure and live like happy humans forever... And blah.. Blahh. Blahh. Stupid legends, not that I believe but my mom still thinks that this mate thing is real. And about the end of the story... The witch and the human... I'll tell it to you next time. " The keeping up with the Kardashians goes on".

The ground and the sky started a war against each other, Angels and devils just grew angry, so they went to war. After years of fighting the two lovers realize what they had done, they had done exactly what the two rulers wanted them to do so to make sure it didn't happen again they killed each other thinking that it would end the curse and not let any others suffer the war ended after that and both rulers where over throne this did not mean that angels and devils didn't still hate each other it just meant that there would be no more bloodshed Little did the two lovers know, that their curse was still active and after 5,000 years the souls went into a young boy and a young girl." Elizabeth's

This time, I had set up as soundproof barrier before asking. “No, even the oldest covens in Italy hide away in darkness,” she replied. We had made up, but I only told her that Kudaisi and I were just taking a little time apart because things between us had been going too fast, not that she believed me anyway. “Are you very sure of that?” I asked. Lara stared at me. “That is the very first thing we are taught about the cursed ones. Their curse is that they can’t walk in the sun, subjected to drinking blood to survive.”