Cursed Writing Novels & Stories

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

Dear my darling daughter, I knew you would turn seventeen today, as you're reading this letter, I'm sorry, I'm no longer be with you, but I still miss and love you and your mother, always and forever. It also means I have failed to protect you, and I'm terribly sorry to place an awful burden on your shoulders. But Vivienne dear, by now I'm sure you have discovered who you are. Your existence is meant to unleash a stirring prophecy of the Underworld. My daughter, you're not an ordinary girl. No matter what the future turns out to be, the destiny is yours. May the goodness of your heart help you against all odds. Yours for eternity,

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.

Tilting her face toward the inky sky, she channeled the spell she'd written and pushed into Mara's mind so her sister could document her words. "In this the darkest night, I bring upon a curse to life. Love has been stolen because of hate, and in this act they have sealed their fate. Until three-by-three shall walk this earth, these two families will forever search. No love will last or ever be found. In this I seal, in this they're bound. Upon when three sets of eyes of green are born alongside blue of the brightest morn, only then will the fated see the secrets I have hidden from thee. Three tasks await to set the cursed free." She brought her gaze to the minister, whose face had gone ashe

"Your mate? But you aren't a wolf? I thought seers didn't get mates?" "I am not a wolf; I am a wolfless werewitch." "WHAT?" "I was sick as a child, and my wolf never manifested. My gifts were still growing without my wolf. So I became a seer." My head was spinning. How was there so much? I didn't know. "Who is Diaz?"

"You asked for these stories to be spread somehow... So the first founders of the University influenced several authors to write about the Ancients, with only a tiny part of reality. You believed that at some point in the future, you would recognize such words and could defend yourself better, or find a way to stop the awakening of the Mother of Monsters." Each new word made me tremble, because even though I couldn't remember my past lives, I know Isak is right, and it saddens me, because I don't see another solution besides the one this man gave. "The curse is stronger." I spoke with sadness and brought my hand to my chest, on the side of my heart. "There aren't many more creatures inside m

Dear Fans, Words cannot express how immensely satisfied I feel to get every single view.Hope everyone is doing well in these troubled times, today being the 12 th day of May 2021.During this stressed situation I have made a meagre attempt to disperse the broadest spectrum of colours in your life.Though denied by majority of so called wise and sensible people Romance remains and will remain to be the dominant factor in instilling the lost spirits in us.By Nature's default lust will always remain invincible.The chariots of Venus will always carry us to our dreamworld and the cupid's arrow will continue to pierce young and old hearts alike .It is fruitless and futile trying to supress the hormo

I flipped another page and traced the lines slowly. “…cursed wolves lose the ability to shift when rejected by the moon goddess or when forbidden by ancient blood oaths. The pain usually intensifies near the full moon…” I paused. Cursed wolves? I reread the line again. Then again. Something clicked. Could Caspian be… cursed? But who would curse him? And why? He was powerful, and they feared him. He was literally called the Alpha of Alphas. I sat up straight and grabbed another book. My fingers shook as I flipped through the yellowed pages.