Cursed Seal Novels & Stories

“My great-grandfather is from the Upper Realm, and he knows dark magic that no one else does. I can tell the curse is… layered,” Maxon said, his voice low but certain. “Not simple blindness. More like bound. A seal. A lock. And locks can be undone.” I swallowed hard. His words were just like what Dominic had translated from the stranger. Remembering the stranger’s warning that forcing the seal open could tear me apart long before it ever broke made it even harder to believe in Maxon’s fragrant broth.

He tossed a bloodstained pendant onto the table. It was Amara’s. The one she hadn’t worn in weeks. Her voice trembled. “Where?” Khael’s eyes burned gold. “They’ve gone to the Hollow.” Amara felt the blood freeze in her veins. The Hollow was a cursed land, forbidden even to Lycans. “Why would they go there?” she asked. He stepped forward, his face pale now. “Because that’s where the final seal is hidden.” “What seal?” Nessa asked. Khael met Amara’s eyes, and for once, there was no mask of strength.

“Not demon. Not angel. Something in between. A Watcher. A Seer. A being created to keep balance... but cursed to be bound by blood.” “That’s insane,” she whispered. “Is it?” He lifted her hand, the one with the ring, and placed it over his heart. “When you struck Lucien yesterday, what did you feel?” She didn’t answer. Because she’d felt power. Real power. Enough to shake the foundations of the chamber. “You are the only soul capable of unlocking the Seal,” Dante said. “The only one who can survive it.” “The Seal?” she echoed. He stepped away from her now, walking to the far wall. With a touch, a section of it dissolved, revealing a hidden chamber filled with chains forged from molten stone.

Heat rose up her cheeks even as fear tangled in her chest. “Fully sealed.” Not just the pull she’d felt since the moment she’d met Kael, not just the strange invisible thread tying them together. This was deeper, binding, permanent. “Through mating,” Runa added, her voice steady now though her hands trembled. “Not just claiming. Not just words. A full seal. That is the only thing strong enough to counter the curse of the forbidden cut.” Silence. The fire crackled, the sound far too loud in the stillness.

Alexander stared at it for a while and nodded at them. They both left my presence while still discussing on how to go about in capturing the rogues. Holding the invitation card in my hand, I closed his eyes as the memory of years ago flashed before me. I had been cursed to live forever and had lived a thousand years hoping I would be able to break the curse. I remembered the prophecy that on the third day of the third month of the full moon I shall meet the one that was destined to break the curse. 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.

Rose said, biting her lip and looking troubled. Sebastian glanced at the dead Kairo. He said in a low voice, "Even if we don't have the Soulbell, we can't just watch Whitney and Madeline die in such a tragic manner. Let's get back to Steinberg at once. As for neutralizing the curse, I'll think of something." Sebastian could only pin his hopes on the Sacred Medicine Secret Annals. However, there were more than 1,000 prescriptions for lifting a curse, but none of them were about the Malleus worm. He would have to use the process of elimination and try it one by one.

What was even more terrifying was that the person behind this project was my ex-husband, Rick, a computer engineer. When he was designing the chip system, he used me buying a tie for my son as the test command. The result was that anyone with the chip would develop a deep-seated hatred for me and believe I was a monster who abused my child. In his supplementary command, he had programmed in a detail that the tie was what they made boys wear on Devil's Island. They would force boys to wear it before they used them. Thus, I went from being a mother dressing up her son to a monster dressing him up to offer him to the powerful and crooked.

I didn’t want to imagine Whispering Haven falling. It was more than a refuge. It had become home. But Darius wasn’t telling me to abandon it. He was teaching me what to do if the worst happened. And somehow, that frightened me more. As we prepared to leave, something caught my attention. A strange marking had been scratched into the face of a nearby rock. I stepped closer. My heart stopped. It was the crescent symbol. The same symbol I had seen throughout Whispering Haven. Only this one looked much older. The edges had been worn away by time.

He could feel it crawling beneath his skin. A thin sheen of sweat had begun to gather at his temples despite the unbearable heat of Hell. His breathing was controlled, but each breath came slightly deeper than the last. His eyes remained fixed on Selene, searching her face for some indication that she was wrong. That this was merely another one of her cryptic warnings. That The Forgotten were still safely imprisoned. That the nightmare he had buried centuries ago would remain buried. But Selene's expression gave him no such comfort. "The seal that was created centuries ago is broken," she said, her voice steady despite the gravity of her words, "and now The Forgotten are returning."

She said, sniffling and wiping her tears, "And as a few years passed his curse began holding onto him even more. He sent everyone away and sealed their mouth with a handsome amount of money, all the maids who were the witness to the murder of his mother and also the witness of his father's death. He'd build an indestructible wall all around him that he did not want anyone to break." "And then one day came when he handed me a suitcase full of money and told me to go far away and live a better life. There were no tears in his eyes, no emotions whatsoever, but that day I had seen a glimpse of the old Sebastian whose smile was once taken away by this cruel world," Her voice shook as she spoke, "