Cursed One Novels & Stories

The Elders. They sat on throne-like chairs, faces hidden beneath deep hoods. Their power hummed in the air, ancient and unreadable. One of them spoke, their voice impossibly deep. "The cursed one has come." The words sliced through me like a blade. Derek stepped forward instantly. “Her name is Diva.” Silence. Then, another voice, softer but just as powerful. "And yet, the curse clings to her like a second skin." I swallowed hard. "That's why I'm here."

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

He was the legendary cursed lycan king kael, the dangerous one, The ruthless one, the emotionless one, the death one and the alpha king of the largest pack in the country, the High Tower pack! But, He was cursed by the moon goddess, when he defiled and rape her stepmother taking revenge on her for Killing his sister. The moon goddess deemed his action as an abomination and cursed him with a scary hairy burnt all over his face, and wouldn't be able to mate with anyone. For him to be relieved from the curse, he has to find the most powerful lady with a white wolf power, who would be willing to suck his dick everyday until the scar fades. Yeah!, I turned out to be the white wolf!.

The more powerful you are, the harder your choices are. Anyway, the original witch messed up. She chose the evil wolf, and after she bonded with him, he killed her. Which means he received all of her magic. There has never been a king and queen above the counsels like there was meant to be. A powerful couple to keep the peace between all supernaturals.” I looked around the room to see if I could read Creed or Jacie’s facial expressions. Jacie looked like she was interested, but not too concerned. Creed, on the other hand, looked like he was deep in thought.

"What the hell did I just see?" "You’ve really pissed someone off, luna." Rome responded, pursing his lips. "You’ve got a rather strong curse on you." "Curse?" I repeated, not sure if I believed what he said. "And what kind of curse is it?" "It is a Vindicta curse." Rome explained. "It seems that you’ve done something to highly offend the caster." "I mean, that is a possibility." I agreed. After all, my past was marred with lots of death and hate. "But if I do have such a curse on me, how do I get rid of it?"

“Then listen carefully. This is not a tale for the faint of heart.” He began with the origin of the curse. “Long before my birth, before this kingdom even existed, there was a god—a dark deity whose hunger was infinite. It sought power, influence, and dominion over mortal souls. To achieve this, it created the curse. Not a simple spell, not a charm, but a living force designed to bind, to manipulate, to consume. Those marked by it were chosen—Moonborn, they called them—and their lives were never their own.” Elara’s pulse quickened. “And you… were chosen?”

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

"Your mate? But you aren't a wolf? I thought seers didn't get mates?" "I am not a wolf; I am a wolfless werewitch." "WHAT?" "I was sick as a child, and my wolf never manifested. My gifts were still growing without my wolf. So I became a seer." My head was spinning. How was there so much? I didn't know. "Who is Diaz?"