Cursed Novel Novels & Stories

The image changed and it was a picture of what looked like a man with white long hair and glazed over white eyes. The words next to the picture were Warlock. I counted ten skulls under the word threat assessment. "Warlocks exist too?" I gasped. "The things of storybooks are not simply just myth and legend. Just because you don't see them it doesn't mean they are not there," he explained. "This creature cursed me," he said through gritted teeth and then he changed the image on the monitor again. "He cursed me to become this disgusting creature," he spat. I turned my eyes to the screen to see a big obsidian wolf with red glowing eyes and razor-sharp teeth. My breath caught in my throat. "Why d

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

"Yeah. I was, uhm, reading this book at my parent's house about uncommon curses; ones that can't be broken by a kiss or bond, but are darker…the only thing is, they never really said how to break the curse." Katia set down the papers and put a hand on her hip. "Well, I guess it's probably because if they're uncommon, it's rare to ever need to break them." She then looked Waverly up and down, suspiciously. "But, yeah, I guess you could say that. Why?" "I was just curious," Waverly continued, hoping she wasn't being too transparent. "In my pack, dark curses are never spoken of because it was unusual for us to even encounter normal grades. But I thought with Sawyer's parents being involved with

You reading this book was more than enough. I could go on and on but I won't, hehe. The title of my next work is The Female Alpha's Revenge. I wanted to do a change of genre from werewolf but I couldn't help it. When it comes to Goodnovel, I just love doing werewolf here. Anyway, anticipate because my new work would be much better than CURSED HEART. See you in The Female Alpha's Revenge in less than a month from now. I love you all.

she said, guiding Marcy to the table and setting out children's books along with a jar of different treats. I put the old books back on the shelves, but my curiosity about the kind of books the bloody man read was something I couldn't resist. While Zoey taught Marcy, I went through Reis’s books. It was basically wolves and history… there was a book titled *Moon Curse*, re-written by Wulfstan Throne, 1684. I didn’t need to be told, the author was probably from Reis’s past generation. It was amusing to find out they had all been suffering from the curse since the 1600s.

he gives me a smile that looks an awful lot like a smirk before continuing. He just keeps making me want to end his miserable existence. I don’t know why he is still part of the council because the whole werewolf packs know he is no good. “Situation with your wolf,” he says as though he was trying to find the most respectful way to say it. I used to be the cursed alpha but now I’ve heard the new title I’ve received is the mad alpha because I am apparently going crazy. “What about it?” I didn’t spend almost three hundred years with these men to not know how to deal with them intentionally trying to get a rise out of me.

In my hand, a crystal tumbler held the whiskey Kael had brought back from his trip to Novella—a sharp, smoky burn that did little to dull the agony clawing at my heart. I swirled the amber liquid, my eyes fixed on its depths, my mind a storm of rage and desperation. This wealth, this power, this throne—it was all mine, wrested from my brother Adrian’s lifeless hands, his blood still staining my memories. But the price was steep, heavier than I’d ever imagined. The curse that gripped me wasn’t just a whisper of pain; it was a beast, its claws tearing at my chest, its teeth sinking into my soul, a relentless torment tied to the Moonborn’s existence. Killing her was my only salvation, the only

Below them, the people knelt, whispering prayers to the new gods — not of darkness, not of light, but of balance. And in that moment, Elara knew: the curse was gone, the gods had fallen, and peace — fragile and breathtaking — had been reborn under a new dawn. The moon gave one final shimmer before fading into the sunrise. Its last blessing, silent and eternal. And the world finally, finally began to live again. THE END. Author’s Note. To everyone who stayed with Cursed by the Dark Prince from the very first page to this final one — thank you. This story began as a whisper in the dark, a tale of love clawing its way through shadow and flame, and it became something far greater than I imagined

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

I let out a sudden, incredulous laugh, sharp as glass. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me there's a bloody Disney reference in there. True love's kiss. You cannot be serious." His mouth twitched, but his eyes remained dark. "I thought the same when I read it. I wanted to laugh it off too. But Lilith..." He tapped the page. "It's not a fairy tale. It's what happened." "But then how am I still alive? I should be dead. The curse contained immortality as well." Silence pressed in on us, heavy and tight. At last he lifted his eyes, absolute and unflinching.