Cursed Seal Novels & Stories

"You think you can stop me?" Kael didn't answer. He charged. The council leader lifted one hand. A wave of energy threw Kael backward. He hit the ground and rolled. "Kael!" "I'm fine." He pushed himself up. Luna looked at the council leader. "You've been feeding the seal." "Correct." "Why?" "Because the seal is weakening." "And you want it to break." "I want the curse to end." Luna frowned. "By releasing whatever is beneath it?" "Yes."

Before I could react further, Jess grabbed a chair and struck me, knocking me unconscious. It was only after my death that I learned the full truth. They had always been a family—Jess, James, and his mother. Jess was never just his sister; she had been brought into the family as his betrothed, their "child bride," chosen by my mother-in-law long ago. I, and later my son, had merely been sacrifices to their shared ambition, pawns in their grand plan. The hatred that surged in me at that memory was relentless, uncontainable.

Severed the moment the Echo King stabbed Kael and ruptured the core gate. She could no longer feel the Luna Moonstone, No longer sense the wolves under her rule. Her kingdom… was dying. “Mother?” Sera turned, Caelen stood beside a jagged stone pillar, his small hands hovering over a silver mark etched deep into the rock. “It’s a seal,” he said. “A very old one.” Sera stood. “What kind of seal?” He met her eyes. “One the Echo King couldn’t break.” Sera helped him brush the dust away. The seal was written in the First Tongue, older than Luna history, even older than Echo itself.

I can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

Once each new crescent, and my strength explodes with little care of what it destroys. The gate groaned as it was slowly opened, and a mouldy piece of bread was thrown at my feet. A pitiful gesture to the monster they’d been conditioned to see me as. My father, the infamous Alpha had thrown me in the dephts of the Seven Tower Gate, a prison inside the Organization’s clutches. To the world, Opal had died – a lie spun out of thin air to keep their eyes and ears away. The truth was far less heartwrenching- I was the result of a witch’s curse, a hex cast on my mother, the woman my father murdered when he destroyed Beacon Hill City. The curse had distorted my fate, making me a threat to anyone I

Now, it would take more than telling everyone the truth about Elijah and Caleb, to regain their trust and loyalty. "Are you there, Zeta?" Cyrus checked if I was still hearing him through the mindlink. "Yes, I am." I answered curtly. I needed to prove to them that I wasn't cursed. But there was nothing I would be able to do that if even I still find it hard to believe that I wasn't cursed. "So if there's no curse mysteriously killing the wolves I courted in the past, why and how had they all died?" I asked no one in particular.

“Then we begin. Let no one know of this. It stays between us. If the council gets word of this!.The shame falls on our house.” ——— The next day unannounced Marisa arrived at Blackmoon pack house. Through the SUV’s Window she looked at the property in awe and excitement. “Once Damian marries me and forms the alliance… we will use my weapon to shatter Silvermoon pack. And if he resist’s me…” She smirked coldly “The same blade will destroy him”. She stepped out of her car. Touched her bag. Feeling the blade she smiled. The secret weapon.A cursed Relic stolen from Silvermoon’s old ruins.

“They’re not just hunting wolves anymore.” Now his attention sharpened fully. “They’re taking prisoners,” I continued. “Running experiments. Trying to suppress the wolf side chemically.” The room went very still. Zey growled low. My father’s jaw flexed once. “Explain,” he said quietly. So I did. I told him about the inhibitors. The silver saturation. The forced bond interference. And finally— “Their oracle prophesied a werewolf queen,” I finished. “Crescent bloodline. Supposed to unite the packs and destroy the Daywalker nation.”

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.