Cursed To Feel Novels & Stories

You don’t even know if it’s real. Adrian let out a quiet, humorless chuckle. “Real?” he repeated softly. His gaze drifted across the empty field, but he wasn’t really seeing it anymore. “Ever since I was a child, that’s all I ever heard the pack whisper about.” His jaw tightened slightly. “They called me the cursed Alpha…the one cursed for love.” He exhaled slowly. “So tell me, Ragnar… what more do I need to know?” Ragnar stayed silent this time, understanding too well the burden Adrian had carried since he was a child.

I wanted to say, well more like gloat, but I kept that information to myself. “A really angry creature. You almost killed the love of my life.” I could feel her essence slowly drifting away, but then she whispered. “Curseth Murseth.” I felt my body go limp and I dropped her instantly. I looked at my hands and saw that they had turned an ugly shade of purple. I was cursed, of that I was sure of. And it hurt, it hurt so bad. I felt like my entire body was giving up on me, so much so that my legs gave way to the floor.

"I'm cursed" I clamped my hands over my mouth to prevent me from screaming. "What kind of curse?" I asked curiosity getting the best out of me. "I don't have human feelings, I can't be happy, I can't be sad, I can't fall in love, anything feelings, I don't have" What?! I almost cried for him as he spoke, how did he get cursed? Who did he offend? How does he cope? "Why are you telling me?" I asked.

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

"Vivienne..." "I don't want to drink blood, you know," I said in a desperate voice. "but there is a part of me that wants to. The unquenchable thirst makes me feel less human. Right now, I can hear every beat of your heart; smell the intoxicating scent of your skin. The demons in me want to enslave me, I tried to suppress the urge, but it's still there like a curse!" "You don't have to fight the demons," Cammie said, "You own them. You live with them. They can't control you if you don't let them."

That must be a good sign. "Listen, Devon. You seem great. Funny, kind and really smart. Exactly my type. You don't want what I have to offer. You feel all confused and love-struck because we are mates. I don't know that warlocks can feel what wolves can feel, but I bet it is the same. Your skin feels tingly. Can you only see me in the room? It's a whole thing. I personally don't believe in mates. Forcing someone to be drawn to you and have this undeniable connection without even knowing each other it just isn't my thing." Was she shutting me down? What is a mate? I don't even care; I will win her over. "Just give me a chance. I am not like other guys."

Why did he respond to her touch? Why not to my previous mate who died from the curse of my hand? Why not to all the lady's I have fucked to reduce the weight of pleasure? Why her? The air on my skin burned, the curse sipping deeper into my body and taking control Veins on my forearms stretched like rope, growing thicker and scarier. My spine instinctively snapped back with a violent jerk, slamming me against the wall. “Damn it!” I gripped my chest against my will, tearing it apart while my agonizing scream echoed across the Valley.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

“Please don’t do this. I don’t want this. I just want to leave. I just want it to stop. ” Her smile widened unnaturally. “You don’t get to choose anymore. ” “No, ” I sobbed. “Please… ” Darkness surged forward, slamming into me like a wave. I screamed as something ripped through my chest, spreading fast and merciless. My limbs locked, my vision blurring as the ground vanished beneath me. The last thing I felt was the loss of myself. Then everything went black. THE CURSE I stretched, bones shifting beneath thick fur as I rose from the forest floor. The night welcomed me like an

And the thing I turn over in my private hours with the cold analytical attention I reserve for genuinely serious problems — the thing that concerns me more than the pain or the tremors or the erosion of the reserves — is that the curse accelerates in proportion to how much I feel. I understood the mechanics of this when Drex first identified the second curse six months ago. Aria's awakening power being redirected back into my curse's acceleration. What I did not tell Drex — what I have not told anyone — is that the mechanism responds to more than just her power. It responds to my feelings. Every time I feel something real, the curse grows stronger. Which means the most effective thing I coul