Cursed Santa Novels & Stories

Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next. "He chose to kill himself," sister Clarity said. "What if the guy can't die? What if he will never die?" Ken asked with a stern voice. "What do you mean Mr Hendrix?" Sister Clarity's brows crossed. "I mean what if that was cursed of Lucifer to him? What If he was cursed to live forever so that he'll suffer forever, watching the woman he loves die repeatedly." My brows crossed. I heard a pinch of pain in his voice or maybe I was just delusional. Plus his idea made me more confused and curious about the two angel's love stories.

F*ck, I’m losing it in here. I resisted the desire to pull my dress off me, along with everything under, and go over to them, suck each of their needing d*cks till they became sore. ‘Like that’s possible.’ The temperature continued rising and I cursed whoever was behind the controls. ‘I think you should take it easy with curses. Don’t you remember what happened last time?’ The curse. The council said it was my curse that made them sterile. It was scary to think that it could be true.

Lucien answered, "He still rules, but not for long." Her curiosity heightened her eyes. "Oh. Thus, the young Alpha continues to believe that he is king. He's under a curse. I tell you, I'm cursed. cursed. At last, Kieran spoke and moved forward. "He has become conceited. careless. "And silky," I continued, sounding icy. "His Luna has blinded him. So far, everything is going according to plan. The pack is divided and restless. Now is the ideal moment to attack. With the same mischievous glitter in his eyes as our mother's, Lucien spoke. Mom gave me a knowing smile as she tilted her head.

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

Ezra stepped aside and let her in. “You look good Summer!” Henrietta said. “I feel a lot better. What’s up?” I asked. “Oh, I have news on Hunter’s curse. It’s more severe than I thought.” “Have a seat,” Ezra said, irritation building in his tone. Henrietta sat down on the couch. Ezra settled beside me and took my hand in his. “I did all I could to determine the curse's origin. It was born from your family’s blood, so it’s binding, but I’m afraid it’s true. There is no cure for this curse.”

She used so much strength that she didn't hold back at all—she even broke the branch off! The soil in the yard was turned over, and streams of black blood came out. At this moment, everyone finally came to their senses and saw the real form of that Santa Claus— That was a heart wrapped in black mist. The heart beat violently, and every beat sent out strong resentment. The weird thing was, it grew on the holy statue. And Elder Craneweaver had seen this holy statue before. He stomped his feet and said, "The acting sect leader brought this back from his travels. He said it's the true ruler from the Western Paradise."

Ethan remained motionless under my blows, even grabbing my hand to slap his own face. "Amelia, hit me harder. If it makes you feel better, you can even take my life..." His eyes were filled with desperation and a plea for redemption, like a lost child begging for forgiveness. "Do you remember this?" I asked coldly, my voice dripping with mockery. Ethan stared blankly at the pumpkin pie in my hand, clearly confused. "Heidi made this herself. She was planning to give it to you during the Thanksgiving dinner," I explained, trembling with emotion. "But she never got the chance..."

I muttered quietly before I could stop myself. And unexpectedly, the corner of Dante’s mouth twitched faintly. Not amusement exactly. Just tired acknowledgment. Then his expression grew serious again. “As the bond deepens further,” he said carefully, “something else begins forming.” I frowned immediately. “What?” Dante held my gaze steadily for a moment before answering. “The council calls it the curse-child.” Every muscle in my body froze instantly. “The what?” “It’s not a physical child,” he clarified immediately, noticing my expression. “Not literally.”

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.

Mathias stepped forward to offer his perspective. "Eric Damian, Fateema, and I embarked on a journey to uncover the origins of this curse. We pushed ourselves to the limits, attempting to extract information from the witch Fernanda. However, she chose death over revealing the secret. Nevertheless, all hope is not lost. We obtained a crucial piece of information. The curse was placed by someone who masqueraded as someone very dear to Clara's mother and Clara herself. This individual must have been so close to your mother that she entrusted little Clara to their care. It was during this period that Clara fell victim to the curse – a splitting curse that fragmented her hybrid self into three di