Cursed Marissa Meyer Novels & Stories

She looked at me with her creepy smile. “Then,” “Professor had said to Liam, don’t worry, they’ll remember nothing. How is this possible? It’s not a werewolf charm.” Isabella smirked. “It’s a witch magic.” She smiled lopsidedly. “So Alpha Marcus is hiding something there,” I concluded her theory. “Yes, this is what I’m trying to tell you.” She exclaimed, and I recalled Alpha Marcus’s daily 5 o’clock departure, a consistent routine that dated back to our first conversation.

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

With one last venomous glare at me, she turned her heel and walked away. “Thank you,” I said, but I felt so embarrassed. He smirked at me, as if he was amused. “Don’t mention it. I hate seeing good fabric go to waste.” I blinked at him, unsure whether to laugh or feel even more self-conscious. “Who was the woman anyway? I barely know her?” “You mean Carrisa? The Pack’s slut? She thinks she will be the mate to Terran because her dad holds one of the highest positions in the pack.”

It was Marissa, one of Valeria’s oldest operatives, presumed dead after a brutal showdown months ago. “I’m not here for her,” Marissa said quietly, voice trembling with years of regret. “I’m here for myself. For the girls she destroyed.” Bain lowered his weapon, tension giving way to wary curiosity. “Then why now? Why betray Valeria here?” Marissa’s gaze flicked toward the hidden door. “Because she’s lost it. She’s dangerous beyond reason. I want to end this—for good.” The atmosphere shifted. Valeria’s footsteps echoed from deeper within the passage, closer, slower, dragging like a shadow of her former self.

Von POV She found me in the study, reviewing Marcus's intelligence reports on Richard Hale. Twenty years of dirty secrets, compiled in neat folders. Bribes. Embezzlement. Affairs. Three illegitimate children he'd abandoned. A pattern of financial crimes buried under corporate complexity. "Catherine said you want to marry me," Marissa said without preamble. I looked up from the reports. She stood in the doorway like a general surveying a battlefield assessing threats, calculating angles, deciding whether I was ally or enemy.

That the rules of the world had bent, just enough, to allow her to walk into impossible places? The thought terrified her as much as it comforted her. She tried to recall every detail of her encounter with Alaric in the library, every word he had spoken, every glance he had given her. Could there have been something she missed? Something that had protected her? She searched her memory for signs, for explanations, for anything that might tell her why the curse had not affected her but there were none. Nothing. She pressed her hands to her temples. “Why?” she whispered to the darkness. “Why me? Why am I still alive?”

Guilty. A woman. I stood there. Tall. Blonde. Beautiful. On the way. That cut. Like knives. "Oh." She smiled. Sharp. Predatory. "Sorry. Didn't mean. To interrupt." I searched. Claire's memories. Fast. This was Marissa. Dr. Marissa Chen. Surgeon. Ambitious. Dangerous. And she wanted to. Kieran. "Marissa," Kieran said. His voice. Back to cold. Professional. "What do you need?"

I knelt in the center of their circle, head bowed, as their hands hovered over me. Inside, I was fracturing. Why would darkness win when I’d fought so hard? Would this journey cost more than I could bear? Marissa waited by the door, leather gloves covering her hands to guard against the curse. Her eyes looked tired, weighed down by something close to despair. When she met my gaze, I felt the pull to shield her from all of it. I took her hand, the glove cool against my palm, and led her into the corridor. Our footsteps echoed against the stone walls, steady and loud in the quiet.

On floor forty-nine, the first Hollowed employee appeared. She was a legal assistant named Marissa who had once made the mistake of telling Haley that her livestream lighting was "a little aggressive" and had survived the resulting three-hour presentation on personal branding. Now Marissa stood beside a water cooler, eyes black from edge to edge, mouth open in a silent scream. She moved without transitions. One instant she was ten feet away. The next she was in front of Jack, fingers reaching for the compass. Marcus hit her with the flat of his forearm and sent her through a glass wall.

A pretty woman with long hair, dressed in a uniform, suddenly barged in. "I know this loser! He doesn't even have a college degree! He's just a small employee at Prospera Corporation, and he barely makes a few thousand a month! You think he can cough up forty million in one go? If that's real, I'll eat my shoe right now!" "Marissa? Why are you here?" Frederick exclaimed, surprised. He knew that face all too well. It was his former blind date, a materialistic woman who was always on the hunt for a rich man—Marissa Campbell!