Cursed Numbers Novels & Stories

“Beginner is simple, like making someone have rashes or jinxing their day. The difficulty increases the further we go up.” “Okay?” “In all my time studying curses, I’ve come across countless types in every category except unique. There have only been three Unique curses registered in the entire Parallax. All cases were never lifted and they were all done by one person. Noroya, the curse caster.” “Roman… What's with the history lesson?” I chuckle nervously. “You’re scaring me.” Roman sighs, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “Eldon, you’re the fourth case.” He watches me for a moment then starts pacing. Something I noticed he does when he needs to think.

I pondered what could be the significance of my own name, and of the cursed digit attached to it. Ruby Fridays... Fridays... Cursed Fridays... Friday... the 13th... 13th... 13! My eyes snapped open, as I felt a triumphant smile gracing my face. Fuck, that's it! I finally cracked the code. An ethereal chill runs through my body and my heart beats faster. I can feel the force of the knowledge sequestered behind its threshold, as if it were alive.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

And gifting luna the death , with their ruthless and fierce behaviour . And the last three alpha killed themselves getting tortured by the own devil .The guilt killed them every passing second . Or can even said sacrificed the life but didn’t let the devil in them destroy the pack .And the cycle repeated with birth of every new alpha . Marcus , the fourth alpha cursed by moon goddess , is now living his own destruction every passing day . Till the age of 30 , he wasn’t able to find his mate. And now he is unable to calm 'Fire ' his wolf who is slowly turning the devil . The fire who every passing instance is asking for his mate and cursing him to be unable to find her , yet .

Suri looked at Rustin in shock, asking, "Is what Mr. Hart said true?" Esther calmly explained, "Cursing is a form of witchcraft. Since the Witchcraft Uprising, cursing has gradually been marginalized and eventually found its way to Saffronesia. Nowadays, only Saffronesians practice cursing." Suri instantly understood everything. Just a few months ago, someone from Lumigen approached Suri, proposing to invest in Glory Investment Group. Without hesitation, Suri rejected them on the spot. It was after that negotiation that Suri started having nightmares.

I carried the journals to a clear spot and sat cross-legged on the concrete floor, my phone's flashlight providing light for me as I started going through the pages one after the other. The first two journals were filled with basic healing procedures, but it was the third journal, when I started seeing things I was looking for. A page was titled On the Nature of Curses, and Ways To Break Them. I flipped through pages of diagrams and notes, descriptions of different curse types and their signatures. Blood curses. Bone curses. Soul curses. Each one more dangerous than the last. I was deep into a reading about blood curses when my phone rang unexpectedly. I took a look at the caller ID ready to

Never saw the same moon. Never crossed the same path. Years passed. The world changed. The curse waited.

All those did not matter when all they thought of me was that I needed to be cuffed and silenced! Father Cassimir was - I’m not even sure who he was. He was a man of God. One sent to our village by the catholic church, to spread the word of God, after Father Lucius died of pox. Unlike Father Lucius, Father Cassimir was younger. Still almost double my age, with a nasty uncombed beard and such a disgusting smirk that he’d offer the younger women. He smelled like incense and his eyes held a strange predator gaze that always made me feel sick and unsafe when he’d cast a glance my way. He had been invited not just once to dine with us, but everytime he came into our house, I felt violated and as

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."

I watched Creed’s eyebrows scrunch together as he gave me a pouty look. Reese nodded, but gave me a curious look, “I just don’t understand why you only have three fated mates if we’re all connected. I mean, why weren’t you I fated?” I looked around at Creed and the boy’s as we all thought it over. Oh my goddess, why didn’t I see this sooner?