Cursed Plane Novels & Stories

The Heart of the Curse The gala hall stood before them like a wounded beast, its shattered doors hanging limply, revealing a cavernous interior bathed in a pulsing crimson glow. Shadows twisted across the cracked cobblestones of Wolfcrest Avenue, alive with menace. Aria clutched Rollan closer, his small body warm against her chest, his tiny fingers gripping her tunic. His wide eyes mirrored the eerie light, innocent yet burdened by the mark that pulsed faintly on his skin. Beside her, Caden’s presence was a steady anchor—his sword drawn, his wolf senses sharpened, his breath misting in the cold, ash-laden air. The stench of decay hung heavy, laced with a darker note: Victor’s essence, fester

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one. I opened my eyes which was filled with agony. My heart felt heavy from the burden I had been carrying for thousands of years. I regretted the day I had killed that innocent man thinking he was responsible for the death of my parents. What I didn’t know was the man had been cursed and whoever killed him would be the new host of the curse. Being able to live for thousands of years might be the longing of many wolves but not me as I was tired of repeating the same cycle over and over again.

A name was written on it ‘Chel’ in Italian curves. "Chel?" She read aloud. She walked to where she would had a sit to read properly. The paper seemed more like a documentation of history. 'The curse' was the first thing written on the paper. Karen knew she had heard something related to this, Yes! her conversation with Aiden yesterday. He was about to tell her about it but then they were distracted by her call with Sylvester. Karen became more curious to read. The curse begin with the two clans, the raven and Greenmay side. They were close and not fighting over anything. There was a village at the River bank that separates the raven side from the sea.

Her eyes blazed scarlet coals. “No doubt that’s why he was Cursed.” My eyes widened, I looked at her in bewilderment. Reed told me he was cursed but not for a second I thought he meaned it. “Cursed?” I whispered tasting the word on my tongue. She started laughing but this time it was devoid of any emotion, it was hollow just like her eyes. “Who cursed him” I asked fearing the answer. “Like Eve, you’re so quick to eat the fruit form the tree of knowledge, who else, your moon goddess.” She said shaking her head.

Elsa lay on her bed contemplating ,was it the right time for all this?She couldn't believe all that was happening around.She felt as if in a trance.How could she blurt out every dingle details to her mother?She didn't expect her mom to discuss it so openly to her dad .She was unable to look up at her dad who also seemed worried and tried avoiding her.She felt like a criminal and didn't know how to apologise for her folly.She had no idea what dad was going to do.She had been banned from attending her college!They said its because she is unwell but she surely was no fool to believe it

He didn't say anything, all he did was start the plane. Grandma looked at the plane in the sky, the surrounding was illuminated with the silver glow from the Crescent moon. A slow sigh escaped her lips when the plane disappeared from her sight. She turned around and walked to her granddaughter's room. The girl was still sleeping peacefully. Grandma wished the sleep could last for eternity because Alessandra didn't know what was waiting for her when she wakes up. __________ The plane landed at the top of the old castle after a thirty minute flight. The Lycan prince climbed down the plane and took the staircase that led to the castle. He walked straight to the king's chamber.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

For whatever reason, none of them wanted to be vulnerable again. ‘Right… There’s that rule.’ Farrah understood. One of the rules had made it clear… [ 1. Only the Cursed may enter the Game. Those whose names are written upon the Statue of Avarra shall be pulled into the Trials. You cannot summon yourself, nor refuse the call once chosen. ] Someone had written their names. Someone had cursed them. And if betrayal had brought them here… why would they trust anyone now? Shane remained beside her, silent for a moment as he watched the others vanish into the city’s haze. Then he turned to her.