Cursed Mc Novels & Stories

“I went to the ruins. To what’s left of the Blackmoor estate.” I waited, breath shallow. “And I found Malric there. My uncle.” The name landed like a blade between us. Malric Blackmoor. Exiled. Twisted by dark blood magic. One of the first wolves to willingly embrace the curse rather than fight it. “He told me the curse isn’t what we thought,” Silas continued. “It’s not just some ancient magic passed down to punish a bloodline. It’s alive. A force. A consciousness.” My chest tightened. “Like a spirit?”

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

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.

It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one. I opened my eyes which was filled with agony. My heart felt heavy from the burden I had been carrying for thousands of years. I regretted the day I had killed that innocent man thinking he was responsible for the death of my parents. What I didn’t know was the man had been cursed and whoever killed him would be the new host of the curse. Being able to live for thousands of years might be the longing of many wolves but not me as I was tired of repeating the same cycle over and over again.

She howled, picking me up from the bench by my sore arm. “I don’t really have a choice here..” I shot back, trying to keep my tone very low. “You think you can change him? I have been here longer than anyone else and I will tell you the truth. You can’t stay here with that man!” I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly pulled my hand away from hers, “why not?” I asked and she scoffed. “Jordan is cursed! There’s a beast living within him and he won’t tell you this because he wants to trap you here and drain the life out of you until you have absolutely nothing to live for!”

“Are you saying the curse spread from his crotch?” “According to the woman who cleans his mansion, Malachi sleeps with one leg under a sack of Dharma salt. She has to replace it every day, and by morning, it stinks of rotten flesh.” Beki jumped up with a triumphant bark. “Bloody Hell,” I said into our bond. “That totally makes sense.” “Has anyone challenged Malachi since he got cursed?” Griff asked. Boris shook his head. “Nobody would dare. They all think he’s too strong.”

“What kind of… curse?” Rose let out a shaky sigh. “Long ago, one of our ancestors—the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack—was mated to a witch. But she wasn’t just any witch… she was a dark witch. She hurt and killed pack members for her powers. The Alpha couldn’t bear it anymore, so he rejected her. That rejection killed her. But before she died, she cursed us.” Her voice trembled as she spoke the final words. “She swore that no one in the Blood Moon pack would ever sense the mate bond.”

"Sorry but Master Ned's Parents have strictly instructed us not to allow anybody by that name in." "Please allow me to meet him once or give me his contact number."The gate was slammed against her as if forever.. Nancy hardly realised that she had been standing in front of the mirror undressing herself .Her hands automatically went towards the balls of flesh hanging below the collar bones .She felt that somebody had placed a one tonne weight on both of them.She wondered how it feels like to be smothered and caressed by male hands.She pulled them by their tips to relieve them from some burden.She was pressing them really hard .She never knew that one day her hormones would play this dirty ga

, is this perhaps one of the many curses they were to experience in their lifetime? At his birth, for their father's sin, both brothers had been cursed by a powerful witch. Lucifer was cursed with the daily urge and need to consume blood to suppress his Lycan beast from taking control of his body and spiraling out of control, going berserk. While Lucian had been cursed to a lifetime of darkness. His curse prevented him from ever stepping into the sun which would inevitably burn him like it would a vampire. Lucian was also cursed to suffer an excruciating pain that would set his lycan beast loose and out of control every ten days. To control this fate, he had a secret dungeon where he spent t