Cursed Marissa Meyer Novels & Stories

Marissa reminded me and I snapped my mouth shut. “Thank you,” I said, clearing my throat. “Now that you’re back to yourself, will you do me the honor of answering my question?” Marissa asked me again. She was unrelenting and she wasn’t going to let it slide. She was easily the most tenacious person I’ve ever met by a comfortable margin. I started coughing, hoping to throw her off my back. I took a sneak peek and I found her watching me, unimpressed with my antics.

“Why are you denying me, Marissa? And what happened to you? What is this? You coming here and…” “Do you think you are good enough to kill my shine?” I asked, my tone cold and tight. “What?” He blinked. “Ten years ago, the Marissa you knew died, Tristan. So let me warn you. I will make this short and quick. I am no longer on your level. Do not ever imagine that I would acknowledge a riff raff like you again. And stay out of my sight if you do not have a death wish, because I could do far worse things to you than you can ever imagine, Tristan Vance.”

I was certain I had not been seeing things, and I certainly was not hallucinating. How could that text message have vanished for no reason? More importantly, what did that text message mean? Could it be that the valedictorians for the past SATs scorers had not committed suicide? Instead, they were murdered? Was it really the curse of the valedictorian? Would I die tonight, too? At that thought, a chill ran down my spine. After informing the police, I started a livestream. With the words “The Valedictorian Herself” in the title, tens of thousands of people flooded into the livestream in an instant. The number kept growing steadily. I quickly reached one million concurrent viewers.

Rachael’s pov “Rachael! Rachael!” Cara’s voice echoed through the hall way instantly snatching me from my dream world back to reality which I dreaded the most. My dream world had always been my only means of escape yet I am still taunted even in it. My name is Rachael Anderson, the only survivor of the Crescent moon pack. My father, Williams Anderson was the alpha and my mother Elizabeth was the Luna. My parents ruled with compassion and was loved by the people making me the most pampered child in the pack but that didn’t last long as disaster struck changing my fate from the once Princess of Crescent moon pack to a maid in the Black wood pack.

Short, maybe two seconds, the kind of pause that isn't hesitation but is someone deciding how much of a thing to give you when giving you all of it will slow down the conversation and slowing down the conversation is the problem. "Three days ago I found something in the files from the lodge," she said. "A name that kept showing up in the margin notes of Matthias's coordination documents. I thought it was administrative, a relay contact, someone passing messages rather than someone directing anything." Another pause. "I was wrong about that and I figured out how wrong about forty minutes ago and I am currently correcting the mistake." "Where is Mira," I said, because that was the center of ev

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

Then Marissa let out a strangled scream. “Oh my God! Mama—we're doomed! This is the end.” she started wailing again. My vision swam, panic clawing at my chest. “No. No, no, no. This can’t be—she was here. She was here!” Marissa grabbed my arm, sobbing hysterically. “We’re cursed. She’s going to haunt us, Mama. I swear I saw her move—she’s going to come back for us!” “Shut up!” I screeched, though terror licked up my spine. My mind reeled. Where could she have gone? How could she— A twig snapped in the distance and I whipped around.

And of course, while consuming blood, I have to remove the necklace from my neck because every time I wear the necklace, I look like a complete human being. "Well, shit. All I can say is, I'm thankful I can finally rest my fucking brain from studying the shit of everything." I sigh ejaculation. Sarreth suddenly threw me a black and yellow drink. "What the fuck is this chuckie thing?" I wondered. Sarreth slapped her forehead unconsciously. "Stop cussing the fuck down already, Celare. Are you going to talk to that mysterious goddess of yours like that?" Sarreth asked me a serious question.

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

Until when Kayla framed Forbes for the killing of her—Naja's apprentice and her sister and made Forbes father take the blame. Until when Milanie, Kayla and Maximus had finally betrayed her and revealed that she was a winter witch... When they knew she kept it a secret so she would be will be accepted in Zedora. (Zedora does not accept winter witches into their city because of some past history) they had ratted her out because she tried to stop their plans. And until when she had placed a curse on Mila's unborn child because she was filled with so much rage at her mother's death. Until when she had finally been banished from Zedora and she had to leave her little daughter, Sarafina to think s