Cursed Mha Novels & Stories

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.

"Are you with the Crest? The Silver-Moon?" The man laughed, a dry, humorless sound. "I am Malachi. And I am with no one. This village doesn't exist on your maps. It’s a place for those the world has forgotten—or those who wish to be forgotten." "I have to go back," I said, struggling to find my footing despite the weakness in my limbs. "Caleb... the Alpha. He’ll be looking for me. He’ll be destroying everything to find us." "He is," Malachi said calmly. "He’s currently threatening to execute his own Council because they suggested he stop the search. He’s a king now, Elara. An Alpha King. And a very dangerous one."

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

“Why I can’t mark and claim you as mine…” "The curse?" I repeat, the word feeling heavy and ominous in the quiet hall. “Yes. I’m cursed, Rhea.” I stare at him in shock. The powerful Alpha of Moonshade, is cursed. broken down by a shadow I don't understand. And me being close to him somehow affects his curse. ***

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.

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

"She's cursed, she's cursed, she's cursed! I felt like I'd gotten the wind sucked out of me, that he had reached in and sucked everything from my insides out. The words cut deep, and a part of me couldn't help but wonder one question: Was it me? Am I cursed to have people around me die under these circumstances that are so mysterious? “She killed Cormac! She doesn’t deserve our alpha.” And then came the mention of Cormac's name, another wave of pain with the utterance of it, for that wound was raw and their words salt in it. The crowd began to chant, a rising cry to make Elwes check again: "Check again! Check again!" they were calling, faces twisted with disgust. Ryker slowly rose, a calm vo

Desmond’s POV The human stares at me like he's proud of himself, like he's just changed the world. And maybe he has. If this invention works the way he claims, it could mean the end of existence of wolf shifters as we've known it. If this invention works, shifters will be hunted. Collared. Caged. I've dealt with enough false alarms from gonzo inventors to be skeptical of this human's claims. But he's no gonzo inventor–he's Maurice Hart, head of Research and Development for Neuroworks, a trillion-dollar tech titan.

“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

"What's done is done, and we should find solutions instead of arguing about what could have been." Hearing his words, the two stepped away from each other, and Kendrick punched the wall before turning to the doctor who just walked out of the Alpha's ward. "How bad is it?" He asked. The elderly woman glanced at him and shook her head with a sigh. "The wolfsbane has spread," she announced, making everyone frown. "That's not possible… it shouldn't have spread that fast given the Alpha's healing abilities," Collon muttered. "Well, that's true, but it's mixed with something else—something that resists healing even further. We’ve slowed it, but if we can’t flush it out soon…" she didn’t finish the