Cursed Novel Novels & Stories

Before she knew it, the days had turned into a week and she was still no closer to breaking his curse. On the morning of the eighth day, she happened upon a book in the library that she found in the very back shelves. It was old and the writing on the spine, so faded, that she couldn't read it so she removed it from the shelf, only to find that the writing on the cover was much the same. Flipping through the pages, she stopped and opened at a particular page showing an illustration of a witch and a werewolf, howling at the moon. She began reading the text, which described curses that had been placed on werewolves over the past centuries. As she stood between the shelves, focusing on the book

he began. Let's take a flashback to the past, shall we? So we are nearing the end of this novel😁😁😁😁😁😁. Few episodes and it was all over. Watch out for my new story. A royal curse - Book 4 of the past series

They shall know love the way a moth knows fire, completely and briefly and without survival. They shall birth daughters only, so that the line continues and the punishment does not end with one. They shall die in misery as Elena's lover died in misery. This I speak into the bone of the world. This I fix into the blood of her daughters. Blood for blood, Elena. I begin with yours. * I sat with those words until they stopped feeling like words and started feeling like something else. Something with weight, something that had been sitting in my blood my entire life without my knowledge. My bloodline was cursed.

"My father once told me there was a specific volume containing the complete account of the curse." They searched for hours, flipping through fragile pages until their hands were blackened with dust. Finally, Adrian’s fingers brushed against an old, leather-bound tome. Embossed on its worn cover was the symbol of a wolf. "Cassian, look at this," Adrian called out, his voice trembling with a sudden rush of adrenaline. Cassian rushed over and carefully pried the book open. The pages were yellowed and brittle with age, but the text, written in an elegant, archaic script, was still legible. They began to read together, Cassian’s jaw tightening with every turned page.

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

At night, she hears whispers in the water. On the third night, Evelyn sees a flickering light drifting down the river. She follows it—drawn by something she doesn’t understand—and finds a wooden boat with a burning lantern and an old journal inside. The pages are filled with entries from a woman named Alara who speaks of binding spells, river spirits, and a curse upon her bloodline. The last page is stained and unreadable

And maybe the real danger wasn’t what he could do to her. Maybe it was what she was beginning to feel. Lucien stepped back before she could answer the thoughts she wasn’t ready to admit. His eyes glowed faintly in the candlelight. “Stay out of that book,” he warned, nodding to the one still clutched in her hands. “It holds truths even I don’t want to face.” And then, he was gone. Leaving behind silence. And a girl with a cursed bond. And a hunger growing stronger than fear.

I let out a short laugh, remembering the first time I found out that Crebreus was mad, I drank wolfsbane to try to put him into a deep sleep. He was NOT happy when he woke up. [Gave ME hell.] Cerberus grunted at me. "Maybe that's why you lost your wolf?" Willa tilted her head, twisting her fingers with an anxious tone. I knew she wanted to help, but Crebreus was cursed. Curses can't be cured. "No...I lost my wolf before that, but I could still get poisoned by wolfsbane." "Ohh..." Willa sighed with such disappointment in her eyes, and I felt my heart ache at her sorrow.

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.

The floating ruins above them suddenly cracked violently. The realm itself trembled. Elena stumbled. “What’s happening?” The woman’s expression changed instantly. Fear. “Time is up.” The red sky split open suddenly with a deafening sound. The black ocean below them churned violently. “Elena listen to me carefully,” the woman said urgently while approaching her quickly. “The Francesco bloodline is cursed. And the necklace is waking up again.” The water rose higher instantly. Cold waves crashed around Elena’s legs. “What does that mean?!” Elena shouted desperately.