Cursed Novel Novels & Stories

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

For a woman to attain a powerful position in a criminal organization, she undoubtedly had to have numerous tricks up her sleeve. There was no way she would tolerate my existence. Evan's abrupt change in attitude was his way of protecting me by distancing himself from me. Unfortunately, he had no idea that a woman's jealousy couldn't be underestimated. Even though Evan showed nothing but affection for Carmen and loathing for me, she still wasn't going to allow me to continue living as his wife. Thankfully, Carmen killed me out of jealousy. It wasn't because Evan's identity as a spy had been discovered. I felt a sense of bitterness over the fact that I only found out about these secrets after

“The Alpha. He told me I could read. He permitted me. I didn’t mean to transgress. I only followed where he led.” The Queen’s eyes sharpened, turning into chips of flint. She stepped closer, the torchlight casting long, dancing shadows that made her look like a spectre of judgment. “That library is not a collection of stories, child. It is a vault. It contains things that must never leave its walls—arcane truths, blood-debts, and memories that my son guards with a ferocity that borders on madness. And yet… You are here. You are breathing.” The Queen leaned down, her presence suffocating. “If you had truly come into contact with him with the beast that dwells beneath his skin you would have d

The heading glaring back at me filled me with unease and curiosity. ‘The Anthology of The Deimos Curse & The Prophecy of Light and Darkness’

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, she said. "It's okay", I replied. She left leaving us in her living room. All the selves filled with books and glass bottles. It's the heritage of her ancestors. One book from self in blue hard cover caught my eye. I grabbed the book. The cover of the book fascinated me. 'The Cursed King' was written in golden cursive letters. Beautiful and ancient. I tossed the pages and started reading. 'Blood spilled all over the ground. Bodies lay lifeless. Houses burnt. Children crying.

Rigel had spent hours, days, poring over ancient texts, searching for anything—any prophecy, any curse, any name—that could explain why history was repeating itself. Why Daniel was being hunted. Why Daniel was losing himself. And then, as the candlelight flickered over a faded, nearly crumbling manuscript, Rigel found something. A passage that sent ice down his spine. “The First Cursed One shall rise again.” “Bound by fate, shackled by time, a weapon forged twice.” “Beware the one who walks in the light but belongs to the dark.” Rigel’s breath caught. “The one who walks in the light but belongs to the dark.”

And it has brought them together again — one final time. A tragic, intoxicating love story set in the heart of winter — where fate, curses, and memory collide. Will love conquer the curse this time… or will the past repeat itself in blood and ruin? ✨ Coming soon: The Lycan's Flame (Book 1 Of The Eternal Bond Series)

He had been sitting for a long time and his waist could feel the effect. “It doesn’t work that way,” he coughed a little before he continued, “A witch’s curse lives forever, even in death. Except the witch reverses the curse. Even in death, a witch’s powers can never die. But every curse has a crack that if we push wide enough, can break the curse. We were hoping that will be the case if Prince Darius mated with the witch’s granddaughter, who is a hybrid.” “But that option went out the door the moment Lucius mated with her instead. So, we are back to the beginning. our hands are tied.”

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark