Cursed Mha Novels & Stories

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

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.

Cia said. Drunken setup? Who in this world could set up the Cursed Alpha!? “You must be thinking, who is brave enough to set up someone as scary and crazy as Valens but the truth is, we do not know. We are on the lookout for them.” It was too absurd to believe.

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

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.

I ran into Valen on my way down. "Miss Nash," he bowed his head to me, mocking me as you would bow to an Alpha. "Mr. Douche," I bowed back. "Hey, Bennet and Martel aren't back yet, are they?" He stopped half-turning to hear my answer. "I don't know. I haven't seen them." That means they haven't checked in yet, either. That can't be good. I skipped stopping at the kitchen and went to the library. I opened the open case files for Matice and Oliver. They were going after Donald Montenegro. He was a big arms dealer both in human and supernatural weapons. He was not an easy target. How were they sent alone for that? I printed the last known office address for his shell corporation and headed to D

I buried my face in my hands and the metal scent of blood made me gag. What have I done? She was never supposed to see that side of me. Never. But she had. And now she’d never look at me the same way again. The curse. That damn curse. I had lived with it for so long, it had become second nature. But tonight? Tonight it reminded me that it owned me. I leaned my head back against the wall, blinking water out of my eyes. I was cursed by the Moon Goddess herself.

In Blood Moon Pack Maya was resting in her room when the door creaked open. Someone slipped inside soundlessly, locking it behind them. “Did we bring you here to rest and live in luxury?” The person scolded sharply. Startled, Maya sat up quickly, bowing her head. “I’m sorry.” “Sorry?” The person snapped. “Did you forget why you’re here?” “No,” Maya whispered, her throat tight. “I remember very well.” “Then why are you sleeping so peacefully?” the figure hissed, stepping closer. “You know I don’t have patience, Maya. I want Killian either dead… or useless, so that curse can never be broken, so the Blood Moon Pack rots under its own fate.”

I could feel the magic in the stones under my feet, and I could sense him—not in my mind, but in the air, like a storm circling just beyond the horizon. Harry wasn’t done. And I wasn’t waiting for him to strike either. “Aria.” Jason’s voice came from the doorway. He came inside,“we found something.” Kael followed behind him, holding a black-bound ledger—ancient, its pages brittle. “It was hidden in the headmistress’s private study. Guarded by a blood seal.” I turned. “What is it?” Kael opened it carefully. “Records. Of her. The first Cursed One. The one who created the bond between our bloodline and the Shadow Weave.”