Cursed To Feel Novels & Stories

Not with anyone. A part of me wanted to pull away, to retreat back into the safety of my walls. But there was something else—something raw and aching inside of me that needed this, that needed to feel that touch. For the first time in forever, I didn’t feel like a weapon. I felt... human. But I couldn’t ignore the weight of my curse, the voice of the witch echoing in my head. "There is no cure," she had told me. "You kill everything you touch."

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

"Do you feel cursed, Miss Novah?" The question hung in the air, absurd and terrifying. Did she? What was this feeling, if not a curse? This utter dislocation, this terror of every sound, every scent, every unfamiliar face? This crushing weight of being the catalyst for something vast and terrible she couldn’t comprehend? Tears welled, hot and shameful, blurring the opulent blue room. She didn’t answer. She couldn’t.

Why did my soul feel like it had just lost something it had been searching for forever? There was pain—not physical, but a tearing deep inside me, in a place I hadn’t even known existed. And beneath the frantic pounding of my heart, another voice rose from the darkness. Deeper. "Our blood… carries the curse…."

Leona snapped as she tried to push William's body away. "Admit it, you like me, right?" William insisted, leaning his face forward. Leona shook her head slightly. She didn't dare to move too much in a position like this. 'My heart ... why does it feel like this? No! You can't be charmed by this bastard, Leona! You must not be weakened by love!' thought Leona still encouraging herself. William's face drew closer. And Leona has no room to escape. Her hands were shaking, but she squeezed tightly so that her poor condition would not be noticed by William.

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

My jaw elongated, my teeth sharpening into lethal points. My scream deepened, morphing into a guttural growl. My senses blurred, the world around me turning crimson red as the curse overtook everything. I could feel Slade struggling, his voice faint and distant in the back of my mind. "Hold on, Kaiden!" he howled, though we both knew it was futile. I couldn’t hold on. The curse was too strong, its power too overwhelming. My humanity slipped away, replaced by the raw, uncontrollable instincts to kill.

Smells. Dirt. Everything smells. Everything’s dirty.Pain. Everywhere hurts. ——— Waking up in a dusty rusty cage only to find out your being sold is the worst kind of feeling, it’s something I wouldn’t wish on even my worst enemy or maybe I would if I had a dark heart. ——— I still remember the the taunts,the evil laughter,the pain i went through,I was never enough for them.They called me useless but I always told myself I wasn’t useless.

I could still feel her heartbeat through the tether, strong but anxious as I stood there. I could feel the curse slither along my spine like ice in my blood, coiling tighter each time I defied my father’s will. I could feel it gnawing at my strength, whispering things I didn’t want to hear. It wasn’t just anger or fear; it was control. A leash buried deep inside me. I tried controlling the pain so they wouldn't notice it. I hadn’t told them the full truth. Not yet. I wasn’t ready yet. “Lucien cursed you right, didn’t he?” Maya asked softly, her eyes suddenly locked on me. “When you broke away from him all those years ago.”

It was exhausting, frightening, and undeniably alive. Kael’s voice was low, almost a growl. “The curse does not forgive. It does not relent. And it hungers for what it cannot have… which, for the first time, may be something it cannot control: you.” Elara’s pulse raced. Fear, desire, and defiance tangled together, and she realized that every moment near him, every heartbeat shared through the bond, pulled her deeper into the unknown. She was not just surviving the curse—she was living it, breathing it, entwined in a power that was older than the keep, older than the kingdom itself.