Cursed Marvel Novels & Stories

LAVINIA'S POV "Son, I still don't understand why you agreed to this marriage in the first place, we could have easily gone to war instead. That girl is cursed, she could bring destruction to our pack but yet you're still adamant about it." Alpha Argo said and my heart clenched. I didn't realize it but tears had gathered at the edge of my eyes. Was this really what my future father in-law thought about me? How can he refer to me as cursed and a bringer of destruction? What had I ever done to him?

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

“So you’re telling me rogues are cursed?” I wanted to hit my head against a wall. I should have known a person like Felicity would lie about even her academic prowess. “The goddess cursed rogues? Where did you learn this?” “It’s in ‘Rogues 101.’ I’m serious.” As she mentioned the ridiculous book title, I pulled out my phone to search for it on the internet. Surprisingly, it existed. “The goddess cursed all destroyers with a madness that is incurable.”

“Her wolf has awakened. Her core has healed from the damage of years that your love did.” Her words felt like a blade over my wounds. How could my love make her suffer that much, and my distance soothed her? Grandpa was right. If I stayed away from her, she’d heal naturally. And now she was healed. She had a wolf and that too special one. It could mean the curse had broken. My eyes brightened.

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.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

(Inside Great Hill High) "We may have won this battle, but the war is far from over. We are here for one reason, and one reason only – to protect Clara. However, our true enemy lies within her. A cursed that poses the greatest threat we face. It's a dangerous and enigmatic curse, causing the host to battle their own selves, with disastrous consequences. Time is of the essence. Today, we must free her from this malevolent curse, for tomorrow may be too late," Eric Damian addressed the group, his voice filled with urgency and determination. Mathias stepped forward to offer his perspective.

The stench of stale urine hovered thickly in the air, but all I could focus on was her calm expression, her perfect hair, her steady breathing. “What do you mean?” The words slipped out of me in a whisper that felt too small, too broken. “Adrian is my mate. He would never—” Nina tilted her head, the corners of her lips lifting with a cruel ease I had never seen before. “Does it make sense,” she said slowly, as though speaking to a child, “that the future Alpha marries a cursed woman?” Heat rushed to my ears. The curse. My curse. It had appeared barely two hours ago—burning into my thigh like a punishment from the gods. I hadn’t even processed it. I still believed it would fade. That someone

healer. I healed others. I have a talent that they wanted control of. The Alpha Council. They kidnapped me. My friends protected me. They died. All of them. I was the only one who escaped." Sama Arthur moved closer, her eyes on the wound. It was a torn cut, clearly the work of some sort of magical attack, but it wasn't closing. "The wound. it won't close. You're a healer, and you can't heal yourself?" "A curse," the man gasped, air tight in his throat. "I'm cursed. A price of my gift. A terrible price. The more I heal, the more life leaves me. The more lives I save, the more I lose." He looked at her, his silver eyes pleading. "And. and I don't smell. They told me I was a null. My own kind,

For whatever reason, none of them wanted to be vulnerable again. ‘Right… There’s that rule.’ Farrah understood. One of the rules had made it clear… [ 1. Only the Cursed may enter the Game. Those whose names are written upon the Statue of Avarra shall be pulled into the Trials. You cannot summon yourself, nor refuse the call once chosen. ] Someone had written their names. Someone had cursed them. And if betrayal had brought them here… why would they trust anyone now? Shane remained beside her, silent for a moment as he watched the others vanish into the city’s haze. Then he turned to her.