Cursed To Feel Novels & Stories

Gone were the days when those words did something to encourage me. "Seven of them died already. What would make this one any different?" I used to think that eventually,one of them would survive. Not anymore. "Miguel you can't find out if you remain alone." "Find out by endangering a life?" It was painful and annoying that this was my life and I couldn't fight it. "I don't want to kill more people, don't you get it? My curse is a curse I have to carry alone. Forcing some one else to would be the greatest evil ever committed." I tried to make him understand that I was stuck like this.

Why aren’t they working the way they are supposed to? I taste blood on my tongue from where I’ve been biting too hard in my lower lip. My magic power is running out. If I don’t want to resort to that, I need to finish this now! “Curse of poison. Curse of rot. Curse of internal bleeding. Curse of broken bones. Curse of pain…” I mutter so quickly under my breath that it becomes a reflex action. I keep going until I am sure he is dead then I stop.

I stayed frozen for a moment, unable to move my hand from his. I tried to stand up, but I discovered that his hand was still holding mine in a death grip. At the same time, I felt a sudden, freezing sensation entering my body through our joined hands. It felt like a thousand needles moving up my arm, and I was shocked by the sheer weight of it. The curse was being transferred to me. I could feel the darkness of it sliding into my veins, heavy and cold. It felt like something was trying to eat me from the inside.

The edge of the abyss was close; I could feel it calling to me like a dark sanctuary, a place where the curse could run wild without consequence. "Faster, Kaiden!" Slade urged, his voice strained, his presence flickering in and out of my mind as the curse took its toll on him too. "You’re losing control! I can feel it!" "Then help me fight it!" I growled, my vision swimming as I forced my legs to move faster. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn’t... wouldn’t give in. Not yet.

“Tell me.” He let out a long breath, like the words were heavy. “This curse… it’s not just that I can’t sense a fated mate. It makes me feel… disconnected. Like I’m not supposed to have this. Real love. Real closeness. For years I told myself it was better that way. Safer for everyone. I kept people at a distance because getting close meant risking hurting them when the curse eventually poisoned everything.” My heart ached for him. I cupped his face, thumb brushing his cheek. “Grayson…”

I felt trapped, powerless, and alone. As the hours ticked by, I tried to distract myself, reading books, listening to music, but nothing could shake off the sense of impending doom. The darkness of the night seemed to seep into my soul, enveloping me in its embrace. I wondered if the Seer had been right, if my fate was already sealed. Was there no way out of this pain, this suffering? Was this my destiny, to suffer for some unknown reason? I didn't want to believe it. I refused to accept that my life was going to be defined by this pain, this agony. I had to find a way out, a way to break free from the curse that seemed to be hanging over me.

The moment Leonidas bites me, a violent sensation surged throughout my entire body. It was as if a malevolent presence awakened inside me. My blood roared in my ears and fire rushed through my veins. This was Leonidas curse. It coiled around my soul like a snake, crushing and dragging me down into an endless abyss. Thick darkness wrapped around me like a blanket. My heart hammered against my ribs under the crushing pressure around my chest. This wasn't how a marking was supposed to feel. There was no warmth, no comfort or clarity.

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.

My jaw was clenched, my fists were balled up at my sides, and my body was a tight knot of pure, unadulterated agony. It took everything inside me not to yell out in agony. It was like the curse was punishing me for daring to feel. For daring to hope. These days, it seemed to be triggered when I felt even a slight bit of happiness. A taste. And I had been so happy. I had been so happy in that moment, in her arms. I had been so happy to finally have my mate, to know what it felt like inside her. To hear her yell my name, to feel her walls clench around me. It was my pleasure to see my seed inside her.

Khair says quietly, voice low and grounding. The tension crawling under my skin like a thousand knives. The ache that burns every time I think about what’s been taken from us… what we still haven’t been able to fix. I clench my jaw, fighting the instinct to rip something apart just to feel alive again. The curse is poison. It’s a weight that grows heavier with every passing day. And the worst part is I still don’t have answers. No clue where to start, no idea how to fix what’s been broken.