Cursed To Feel Novels & Stories

She smiled through the grief, leaning into his touch, moving forward without me. Doubt crashed over me like a wave, drowning my certainty. "She… she wouldn't forget that fast," I whispered, but the words felt hollow. My knees weakened, and I dropped to the forest floor, hands digging into soil as the curse roared to life inside. Pain exploded outward, veins bulging black under my skin, every muscle seizing in torment. “Ahhhggh—” I screamed, the sound raw and echoing through the trees, body arching as invisible forces tore at me.

The moon was full that night—bloated and bleeding into the clouds like a wounded heart. Its light spilled over the clearing, washing everything in a pale, trembling glow. The air was thick with the scent of silver ash, herbs, and blood. And I was dying. My body felt like a battlefield between two worlds. The curse coiled within me like molten fire, clawing at my insides as if it refused to leave. My veins burned; my vision fractured. Every heartbeat was a scream.

I wasn’t just an Alpha. I was cursed. The kind of curse that was written in blood and carved into bone. A power that made the ground quake when I lost control. And tonight, I felt it creeping in again—coiling around my spine, crawling beneath my skin like fire ants, whispering things I didn’t want to hear. Take. Claim. Destroy. I downed the drink in one gulp and threw the glass into the wall. It shattered into a thousand sharp pieces, but the ache didn’t leave. It only grew.

This felt designed and I was never just human—I was made. The truth did not shatter me, it fit where it had always been meant to — sharp and steady. The heat faded just as quickly, leaving only a dull pulse under the surface. “The curse that binds this pack cannot be undone by fang or blood,” Elaren said. “It endures because it was never meant to be broken by what we are.” Kaelor’s grip on my wrist tightened. “Then by what.” Elaren looked at me. “By what you are.”

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

This I knew. The curse is sentient in the specific sense that it learns the host and adapts its compulsion to the host's specific psychology. This I knew. Then I reach the part I did not know. The curse strengthens in direct proportion to the depth of genuine feeling in the heir. A cursed heir who does not love fully will experience the curse as a low persistent compulsion, manageable and mild. A cursed heir who loves deeply will find the curse magnified to its full capacity, as the curse feeds on the genuine emotion and turns it against both the heir and the beloved. The greater the love, the greater the destruction.

"You love to be feared, Vergil? You shall be feared by all. You think you need no one? You shall have no one." She stepped closer, her silver boots stopping inches from my trembling hands. "From this night forward, you are cursed," she decreed. "You will not age. You will not die. You will watch your empire crumble into dust, and the centuries will wash your name away until you are nothing but a ghost story. You will possess absolute power, but it will bring you no joy. You shall have beautiful women lusting for you but unable to touch you. you will have sire no heirs because you will never be able to touch a women ever again."

How could she survive this fate without succumbing to the weight she carried? But over time, that curiosity evolved into something more, something I should never have allowed to grow. And then, seeing her succumb to the curse, a tightness gripped my chest, bringing forth a despair I thought I had overcome centuries ago. I, who have lived so many lives, who have witnessed countless tragedies and triumphs, never imagined I could feel so vulnerable again. As if my entire being was exposed and at the mercy of a force I couldn’t control.

Ava I was cursed. It was clear that I was from the way things always took a drastic change against me. It had always been that way. It felt as If I couldn't breathe, as if the cold walls of the dungeon were closing in on me . There were so many emotions going through me; pain, sadness, anger and, none of it was good. Why? Why did I feel this way? I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the rhythm of my heartbeat, hoping that the steady sound could calm me.

And I… I let her. The forest has gone quiet again. Not the natural kind. Not the kind that comes with night settling in. This is something else. Something that watches. I can feel it. But worse—I can feel myself. The curse is louder now. It doesn’t speak in words. It never has. It remembers in sensations. In instincts. In urges that aren’t mine but live in me all the same. Hunt. Tear. Burn. I press my palm against a tree, grounding myself in the rough bark. It splinters slightly under the pressure.