Cursed Lovers Novels & Stories

Nicknames: Hollows, T Age: 26 Birthday: October 23 Zodiac sign: Scorpio Nationality: American Race: Originally human Hair color: Dark brown Hair style: Medium length middle part Eye color: Emerald green Birthmarks: N/A Scars: Scattered across his body Height: 6’2 Weight: 152 Skin color: Tan Sexuality: Straight and polyamorous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: rose sleeve tattoo Jewelry : protection bracelet made by a witch Personality: Mysterious, dangerous, flirty, charming, mean Style: edgy cowboy Outfit: Medium wash blue jeans, black band t-shirt, black belt, boots, leather jacket Love interest: Iris Friends: N/A Prologue This story is about love. Not the lovey dovey type you see

"To never recognize the love of his life, even as she walks beside him." But Orcus shook his head. "No. That curse was laid by another—a witch who gave herself to him, only to be discarded. She bound him never to find his true mate, and the poor girl has been reborn in every life, forced to suffer unrequited love again and again." Claire. My heart clenched. Orcus leaned closer, his breath foul against my lips. "Now, let us seal our bargain. If I do not receive one hundred souls each month, you will not live to see your twenty-fifth birthday." His mouth descended toward mine.

“But first, I need answers.” She crossed her arms, waiting for me to continue. “I’ve been cursed,” I began, pacing the room. “My bloodlust is uncontrollable. I’ve tried to suppress it, but it’s like a fire that only grows stronger. And love, it’s impossible for me. Every woman I’ve married has died. It has stretched on for years. An array of dead bodies that keep piling, which is too bad for me because I desperately need an heir for my bloodline to continue in case something happens to me.”

At the precipice of their quest, they stood before the source of the curse, a formidable entity whose power emanated from deep within the supernatural realms. Lyra and Xander, hand in hand, summoned the strength of their love, weaving it into a powerful force that shattered the shackles of the curse. In that triumphant moment, the curse unravelled, dissolving into ethereal wisps that vanished into the wind. Lyra and Xander were free, their love now unburdened by the chains that had once bound them. With the curse lifted, the packs rejoiced, their celebrations echoing through the forest. The fated mates and forbidden bonds that once symbolized division now served as a testament to the power o

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

I pursed, run my hand through my hair and then let my eye gaze at the man I was happy for, the man that I had called father and loved. “Was this the reason you wanted me to stay away from Jeffery?” I furrowed my brow. “How did this all happen, I want to know everything and no more lies. Why the fuck am I her daughter? How am I not the daughter of the mother I know, tell me everything I need to know!” “Louisa was my first love, I met her in high school, but because of because of my rich background, I was forced to marry another lady which was the mother you knew.” He started narrating and I just listen in silence and tears.

"So the curse came from heartbreak." "Yes," Lazarus said. "And vengeance. And grief." Miranda leaned back like someone had shoved her. For a moment, she just stared at the ceiling, blinking rapidly as if trying to process centuries of supernatural heartbreak in thirty seconds. "But as I said, the curse is lifting," Grandpa said quietly. I nodded slowly. "When the star-crossed lovers find each other again, the curse will break," I explained to Miranda. "That's what the legend says. And when it breaks, the males in my bloodline will finally be able to sense their true mates again."

The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas. Everyone now called it the black and white curse because of the colors of the wolves fur. Soon there was new hope. In the year 1998 there were 3 humans born, but each would become a wolf at their 18th birthday. They were in charge of breaking the curse. All now called packs were hoping that the curse would finally break into a thousand pieces and never will be coming back till the end of time. Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more difficulties on their path to love.

The wolf inside me is whining and uttering All the grievances I have in my heart, I shout, even though the whole surrounding area is covered with light because of the white rays coming from the moon. "I hate everything that happens to me, but I'm not regretting loving him, but he is not destined to love me back. Dearest Luna Goddess, why are you making me suffer like this? Did I do something to trigger your hatred and put me into a curse and be the mistress of my own mate?!" I thought that all my suffering would be over, but it is not the end because what I will face is not just a nightmare but hell and the brink of death. "You killed the Queen Mother!