Cursed To Feel Novels & Stories

My spine arches as power floods through me. My senses explode and the world sharpens. I give my wolf form a shake and stretch. The feeling of raw power and strength is intoxicating. I can feel it. The pull. The invisible tether that holds me to her. And I instinctively follow it. I need to know her.

Rarely sounded uncertain. “Different how?” ‘I do not know yet,’ he admitted. ‘Only that there is something about her that feels…more important than I believe she should be.’ I frowned immediately, “The curse.” ‘No.’ The answer came too quickly. Too confidently. ‘The curse has a feeling of force,’ Kael continued after a moment. ‘Heavy. Like obligation.’ I stayed quiet, because perhaps he wasn’t entirely wrong. ‘This just feels different.’ I leaned back against the headboard.

I don’t feel right. Then the smell hit me. The amazing woodsy smell of my green-eyed Greek god. My body feels like it’s on fire. Like it's burning from the inside out. I tried to fight this weird feeling, but I was losing control. I laid my head back against Reese’s chest as I tried to regain control. I can feel all my powers swirling in my gut. I feel like my body is going to combust. I can also feel Creed’s eyes piercing through me. He’s angry. I can sense it, but right now I just need to get out of here.

he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse with defiance. But deep down, he knew it was already too late. The curse had already made its mark. He could feel the changes happening beneath his skin, the shift in his bones, the way his senses were becoming heightened, and the overwhelming power that pulsed through his veins. With a sudden, violent surge of energy, Ryder’s body jerked, and he cried out in agony. His back arched, and his vision swam as the curse tore through him like a wildfire, burning through every nerve ending. His muscles expanded with unnatural speed, his veins glowing a sickly green beneath his skin.

They were the steel-hard muscles I dreamed of having, and I finally had them in a few seconds. There was something bad happening, such as I could not feel even a little bit of pain. The word "uninteresting" seemed uninteresting because it might have favored me if I could not feel pain. I mistook it for something more important, for it had a great effect on me if I could feel pain. I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all, because it only meant one thing: the curse was controlling even my feelings and sense of touch. It seemed that it had totally controlled my whole body. I didn't know what would happen to me if the curse entered my brain. For sure, my whole life would be destroyed because of

Her rage had consumed her entirely, leaving nothing but a relentless desire for vengeance. The forest felt oppressive, the weight of her curse pressing down like an invisible hand. I could sense the darkness spreading, her words casting a shadow over everything they touched. It was as if the very fabric of fate had been tainted, twisted by her malevolence. Each syllable she spoke felt like a dagger, cutting through the fragile threads of hope and leaving behind a trail of despair.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

He replied, and I could register his soft plea in his voice. I wanted to give this bond a chance; I really did. But first, I wanted to see his reaction, knowing I’m not the beloved beta daughter he might think I am. “I’m wolf-less. My mother died during childbirth, and it is said that I’m cursed.” There. Everything is on full display now. “What the hell are you doing, Iris?” Minerva asks, shrieking. I wanted to know if he would want me even if he thought I was weak. I now know I have a wolf but haven’t turned yet, so I can still pass as wolf-less.

Too weak to even think clearly, some days. The priestess hadn’t shown her face since that night. Guilt had locked her away from the world. I didn’t blame her, not after the horrors we’d all seen. Some things you don’t come back from. Groaning, I rolled onto my stomach, trying to shift the searing pain in my chest. It was unbearable today—like the curse was lighting me up from the inside. I pressed my face into the pillow and cursed under my breath. The weather outside was frigid, yet I was burning alive.