Cursed Marvel Novels & Stories

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

“the curse continues adapting.” “What does that mean?” I inquired, glancing at Rodney. “It means,” Elder Mara replied , “the curse is no longer satisfied with simple physical warmth.” My brows rose. “I don’t understand.” After a moment’s hesitation, Healer Joshua finally pointed to symbols drawn across the old parchment. “The curse formed during a rejected mate transition. The Moon Omega bond failed which created some spiritual damage during the attempted mating process.” He glanced at Rodney. “The curse attached itself to the Alpha’s bonding instincts.”

#Flash back# #Cedric Marshall# #Supernaturals# Hello Alaric, you look haggard as ever! ♥Cedric's POV♥ My life is a shattered mess, a puzzle that can't ever be gotten right because the missing piece led me astray and left me alone in this cold, dark, world. What benefit is the gift of immortality when ancient curses can drive you mad and invite death to snatch you right from my grip?

Until exhaustion dragged me under like a wave. And as I drifted into sleep, my last coherent thought was a curse. A curse on the day I met Adrian Vale. A curse on the day I met Maribel Cross. A curse on every moment I'd wasted loving people who saw me as nothing but a resource to exploit. Never again. Never fucking again. ​

“I’m afraid Imara may not be so easy. Ben at least understands that his life isn’t correct. He knows he doesn’t belong in Savannah among all this opulence. Imara won’t even acknowledge that something is amiss. She’s not concerned at all that it isn’t the 1890’s anymore and she won’t see the ring on her finger or the mark on her neck. Her denial is endless.” Jasper scratched his head, messing up his dark curly hair. He pushed himself back in his chair and crossed his leg on top of his knee. “I haven’t seen this curse in a lot of years. There’s almost no information on it. I have researchers working in the library as we speak. Don’t worry, Thorin, we’re going to get this thing straightened out

The captain's smile was chilling, his words dripping with disdain. "The curse is your destiny," Captain Marcus Drago declared. "Some fates cannot be escaped." His confidence was unnerving, a poison that threatened to seep into their minds. But Amelia refused to let it take hold. She glanced at Gabriel, at Lucas, saw the fire in their eyes. They were not beaten, not yet.

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

I remained unaffected by her insults and removed the bracelet, tossing it into the trash. "This and Ethan are nothing more than trash in my eyes, and I don't want them anymore. If you do, they're yours. I'll consider it as recycling my waste," I said calmly. Mandy trembled with anger, moving closer to me. "Amelia, who do you think you are? What right do you have to talk like that? Look at yourself—you're just a bitter, unwanted woman. How dare you act so high and mighty?"

Whatever fragile hope of peace this meeting was meant to build is gone, crumbling like ash between my fingers. All that’s left are wolves glaring at me with murder in their eyes. All that’s left is the bond thrumming louder than ever, wild and undeniable, reminding me with every breath that Ronan Draven’s life is mine and mine is his. The last sound that cuts through the chaos, through the whispers and growls and the pounding in my ears, is a single word rolling like thunder across both packs: “Cursed.” It doesn’t matter who says it first. It doesn’t matter who echoes it after.