Cursed Trees Novels & Stories

'' I smirked, That's where you are wrong Carlos. ''Then tell me how we kill you?'' I controlled his mind again. ''I hid my soul in that tree where I was caged... Kill that tree and I will die too..'' He declared. See, easy peasy lemon squeezy. I looked at Augustus and smiled. He looked at me proudly. ''Go ahead, My love... Burn that tree and take your revenge.'' ''I don't know how to burn it..'' I said. I know all witches have powers of elements which they use in rituals but the powers of controlling and summoning them are with Serenity and Augustus only. No witch can control the elements like they do.

Gina’s POV The trees here bled. Their twisted trunks poured out red liquid. Jt looked like blood from old wounds. The forest and the very ground here trembled with dark magic. Every step I took cracked bones hidden beneath the soil. These were bones of those foolish enough to seek this place and never leave. The Blood-Bound Forest. A cursed name. A forbidden place. A perfect sanctuary.

“The curse of your goddess brought a plague to our lands. Your absence only made it much worse.” “Guess the king should have married me in the first place, huh?” “Say whatever you want to say, but this is your fault,” he growls out. “My fault? How is this my fault?” For every three trees there were, there is now only one. The others lie rotting on the ground, inky glimmering fungi taking over the graying bark. The sun shines faintly before it dips down to leave us for the night. In the dim lighting that remains, the edge of a cliff comes into view.

Rebecca The tree was standing tall as we reached the eastern watchtower, burned deep into the bark, the mark was simple yet intentional. It pulsed with danger even in the dim moonlight. "It belongs to her," John growled softly. "She's making a claim." I knelt down and used my fingertips to trace the symbol's edge. It appeared to have been fractured and then put back together, resembling a spiral with a broken core. I questioned, "What does that mean?"

Chapter 2. Mysterious princess Alpha king Alan's POV "I am moving toward the south, you go to the west. I want the herbs today anyway. It is very difficult to see the cubs infected!" My beta was connected with me on our mind link. We were in the Vesium woods of my Brave Blood Pack looking for this curative herb commonly known as Giant Dodder or Cuscuta reflexa that heals infections like shingles. "Understood Alan." Three percent of cubs in my pack have been caught up in an epidemic that has infected their skin with shingle-like disease and it is only increasing.

They were the true warriors. Their ashes were buried and a tree sprang forth from that spot. This is known as Az élet faja, the Tree of Life. It was protected by the remainder of the ancient witches until the age of the High Witch and the Witch Council. The witches protect this tree with their lives; they know that this is their sole chance of survival. The sacrifice of their brothers cannot be in vain.

Waving the scarlet cloth that shielded her pale vermillion tunic, she finally set off, crossing the boundary. The birch was only on the edges…like the sentinels of the forest. Deep inside, there were the maple trees and the clearings she had grown up playing in. These woods used to be safer…especially when the spring came. But recently, the fear had settled in…out of nowhere. Stories around the bonfire and old midwives' tales settled on the discussion of wolves. Those wild beasts had been growing wilder, and perhaps there was something dark involved. She had even heard a rumormonger stating that he had seen a white wolf, staring at the village as if it was spying for something…or someone. Po

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

Cursed from birth, Tristan had to suffer the hereditary curse passed down to him because of the sins of his father. His father Mateo had killed his cousin brother who was supposed to be the Alpha and took over the Alpha position and in doing so, he angered the moon goddess and so she placed a curse on Mateo and his son who had been born then. Tristan had to endure the hate of his pack members from a very young age. He didn't know what he did and why they hated him for he caused no harm nor pain to anyone and as he grew up, he began to ask questions and finally he got an answer from his father himself who had told him of the crime he had committed and the curse placed on their family.

“Two packs existed to be the most powerful pack of our kind, the alvuelas and the crescent pack.” “Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole pr