Cursed Mlp Novels & Stories

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

Was it fate that made me see him the first time? Was it the work of fate that I wasn't killed? Was it the work of fate that I was assigned to work here. Is it the work of fate that I'm seeing him again? If it is fate, then there has to be a reason. The question is what is the reason? * * JAMAL Cursed! Cursed! I kept hearing the voices as I walked out, I shook my head yet it didn't stop and immediately I stepped out of the room, It was like something hit me in full force!

Love you guys to the moon and back. It's been a joy ride writing this book and sharing with you people. Thank you for sticking till the end with me and tolerating my grammar and other mistakes. I am grateful to you guys for your kind comments. Your constant support have pushed me to write this book and motivated me to write the second one in the cursed series. I read many Werewolf stories, or at least enough for me to plot something that no one did, I will let you people decide if I am succeeded or not. Now, back to the work.

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.

He cornered Elian near the west gate, where the wards were still weak from the breach. “You think she’ll always believe you?” Kieran sneered. “One word from me about your true origins, and she’ll see you for what you are, a ghost wearing a borrowed face.” Elian didn’t bother. “Say it, then.” Kieran’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not Elian of the Northern Reach. You’re Elian of the broken Line,the last son of the Keepers who failed to stop the Hollow King the first time. Your blood is cursed. Your presence invites him.”

“Not me. The second-born. Her shadow.” Her voice darkened, like smoke curling around old wounds. “And then she died. And I had him. Finally. And even then, it wasn’t enough. Because every time he looked at you, John, he saw her. Not me. Never me.” She stepped back from the bars, eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of pride. “You were protected from the knowledge of what you truly were. Yet you were the very thing I could never compete with.” “You are cursed, John. Cursed.”

"You're nothing but a homewrecker. What right do you have to guide someone else's child? You've raised a liar yourself!" "Hey!" Mandy, stung by my words, became enraged. She leaned in close, whispering venomously, "You're so tough now, but I wonder if you were this tough when you heard about Heidi's death?" Before she could say more, I slapped her hard in the face. The sharp sound echoed through the quiet living room. I realized it was Mandy; it had to be her. I should have known all along that Heidi's tragedy was connected to this vicious woman.

The world outside looked like a cottage core dream. Selena turned around and grimaced. The shrine—her cursed assignment—was still gloomier than a tax office, with thunderclouds coiling ominously above it like it had committed several felonies. And the worst part? The storm was exclusive. It hovered only above the shrine, like nature itself had obvious favoritism.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.