Cursed Oreos Novels & Stories

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

I'd made it through all of that, proven I was stronger than the mere omega they knew me to be, I have proven I could survive anything. And now someone here wanted me dead too. Was I cursed? Destined to always be unwanted? Always be thrown away like garbage? First my own mate chose my sister over me when I was carrying his heir. Now someone in this castle wanted me gone. What had I done wrong this time? What crime was I paying for? Maybe Garrick was right, maybe I really was nothing, maybe I deserved all this pain. The darkness crept closer, my heart slowed. Was this how it ended? Not in battle, but poisoned like a rat in the shadows?

"Someone has been dosing her with magical compounds." "Dosing her? For how long?" Soren demanded. "Years. The concentration levels suggest systematic poisoning over an extended period." My heart leaped. "So I'm not cursed! Someone's been making me appear dangerous!" "That is one interpretation," the healer said carefully. " You might be using counter-magic to hide your true nature." My hope crashed again. "The pendant proves my former pack is involved," I said desperately. "Or it proves you brought evidence to plant later," Soren replied coldly.

I could feel the magic in the stones under my feet, and I could sense him—not in my mind, but in the air, like a storm circling just beyond the horizon. Harry wasn’t done. And I wasn’t waiting for him to strike either. “Aria.” Jason’s voice came from the doorway. He came inside,“we found something.” Kael followed behind him, holding a black-bound ledger—ancient, its pages brittle. “It was hidden in the headmistress’s private study. Guarded by a blood seal.” I turned. “What is it?” Kael opened it carefully. “Records. Of her. The first Cursed One. The one who created the bond between our bloodline and the Shadow Weave.”

Inside lay a single, pearl-white pill. "A humble gift," he said. "For the First Princess." Someone in the crowd recognized it instantly and gasped. "That's the Ouroboros' Orb!" I glanced over, then lowered my eyes. The Ouroboros' Orb was the Snake Clan's most legendary relic—a treasure so deadly to obtain, it was said to demand a life in exchange. But its power was unmatched: it could obliterate old meridians and forge new ones, catapulting one's spiritual strength to unimaginable heights.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

someone shouted, his voice rising above the din. "Cursed omega!" another chimed in, his voice dripping with malice. Astrid tried to intervene, pushing her way through the crowd to get to me. "Stop it, all of you!" she shouted, firm but panicked. "Leave her alone! She didn't do anything! This is all a misunderstanding! Let my child go.” But the crowd wasn't interested. They were too tied up in their anger and hate, refusing to hear reason. "Oh, really?" someone sneered, face contorted with scorn. "Then why did Cormac end up dead? Why did she kill him? He was hale and hearty till the very moment he was cursed with this rejected omega!”

" She held up her wrist, showcasing a sparkling green bracelet. Then, she smirked, pointing at the simple bracelet on my wrist. "Do you really think Ethan bought that especially for you? It's just a freebie that came with mine. You're only fit for my hand-me-downs!" I glanced down at my bracelet. It was a birthday gift from Ethan a few months ago, and I had always treasured it even though it was not expensive. Yet, it had unexpectedly become Mandy's tool for humiliation, a weapon to wound me.