Cursed One Novels & Stories

He told me casually, leaning on the wall in the corner, closing his eyes as I looked at him in disbelief. “W-What do you mean?” I asked apprehensively, disquiet about his words that I can’t die. “You are cursed and cursed ones can only be released. I was aware that you cannot live with this guilt but you cannot be killed by me. Either be released or murdered by another curse.” He told me. “W-What do you mean? No.. this can’t be. You know Carl, I am not a monster.” “I can’t be this… no… I could never become one of those, it’s not me! Carl, do something about it! Kill me, I don’t want to live! Kill me! Please!!”

The Elder Vampires, driven by a malevolent force, sought to plunge our world into chaos. One fateful night, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows, revealing herself as Celestia, a powerful seer with knowledge of the curse's true origin. "The curse was never meant for you, Hera," she explained, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "It was a weapon forged by the Elder Vampires to control and manipulate the supernatural realms." My eyes widened in disbelief. "But why me? Why was I cursed?" Celestia's gaze bore into mine. "You are the key to breaking the curse. The power within you is both a blessing and a curse. Only you can unlock the true potential that lies dormant within the curs

Author's P.O.V. Mr. Escobar walked back to his car, he got in and the driver drove off. "Where boss?" His driver asked as they drove out of Nicholas's mansion. "Back to the office, I was told, I am needed urgently at the office", Mr. Escobar replied. Throughout the drive, Mr. Escobar couldn't stop thinking about what could have happened if he wasn't around. The curse was a dark curse, which was capable of destroying any alpha and also making them wolfless. The only cure to such a curse was the blood of an older Alpha, Lunar, Beta, or Delta. If he wasn't around, Nicholas could have been wolfless by now, because there ain't any older Lunar, Beta, or Delta in the pack. "What could have

Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure. The first speaks of a divine curse, where Cain, the Biblical figure marked by God, was condemned to an eternity of bloodlust. His once-human form twisted into a monstrous demon, cursed to wander the earth as the first vampyre. Over centuries, he donned countless identities, his latest mask being none other than William the Conqueror—a warlord whose thirst for blood was rivaled only by his hunger for power.

But her next words shocked eveey soul present their, " I curse u ,Elis Rosewood .I ,the rejected mate of Dian ' Julie Adams ' curses you. You would suffer the same wound as mine. You would never be able to love , your mate. As I never got , mine . Only because of u and ur acts. " And she fainted causing pin drop silence in whole palace. The cry of werewolves were heard indicating the dark phase arrival. Elis , who listened every thing , took a step back . Never had she thought , she would be punished for the mistake ,she never did.

Her form turned to black smoke, her essence stripped into nothing but only two fragments: One: a spark of lightening, too small to light anything but too powerful to be extinguished. Two: A soul, bound and chained sealed for use. And then the child spoke the final line. “Laura. You will be wolfless. You will not receive our parents love. You will be alone. Your mate will leave you. And I will make sure you don’t live to fulfill your role in the prophecy.” The orb burned. “You will be hated by all those who love you now.” The child held up the photo of a girl her age. Silver hair and brown eyes. Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

The scarred leader studied my face, my stance, the line of Ronan’s shoulder just behind mine. “You’re her,” he said. I tilted my head. “You’re going to have to be more specific,” I said. “There are a lot of ‘hers’ I’ve been lately.” His mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. Not a smile. “The cursed human,” he said. “The one who broke it.” A rustle went through his wolves at the word cursed. Old fear, old stories. I kept my expression neutral. “I was cursed,” I said. “Once. I’m not anymore. That’s the point.”

The hunter whispered, closing his mouth with his palm. What made a man, a hunter, that killed a lion, a while ago, tremble can certainly kill me. Oh goodness, not again. Was I cursed? Was my curse from the birth? If I wasn’t cured, why was I moving from one bad to another worse. I was out of the dangerous coven to go on a malevolent mission and here I was again trapped between creatures I had no idea of who they are.

His words were contained with conviction, and I believed him "I'm a cursed wolf, my power is like a double-edged sword so extreme and powerful, yet wildly unpredictable. I can't control when I shifts, I always loose control and unleashing havoc on those around me. The memories of my past victims haunt me, every I closed my eyes,Every full moon, I'm consumed by a fury and always leave behind atrail of bloodshed." I said to him.