Enhypen Blessed Curse Novels & Stories

I better surprise him to make it more fun. I called a taxi and drove to the nearest church to pray for a while and give thanks for the grace I received from God. It's weekdays today so only a few people are inside the church and praying fervently. I chose an empty seat and knelt there. I thanked God for the blessings I receive from him. That even though I have no longer parents and I only supported myself so that I could finish my education, he still did not abandon me because he gave me two people who love me. For me, even though I don't have parents like others, I still have two people who love and support me tirelessly. So I'm happy and satisfied with what I have now.

I couldn't see his face but I knew, my thundering heart could feel it was him. I tried to open my eyes until I saw the burning chapel and people panicking. What happened? I looked up at the man who was carrying me. I stared at him until my vision got clearer and I met his eyes; it was him. I held his cheeks as my .tears started falling again. I remembered everything. "I--love... you," I whispered. I felt my back on the ambulance bed. I closed my tingling eyes again as I felt dizzy. But now I remembered everything, we have been cursed.

They stood aligned, if only for her. Selene felt the weight of it — the bond thrumming steady, louder now, undeniable. It wasn’t just lust anymore, or even survival. It was devotion, reckless and terrifying. She whispered, almost to herself, “We’re cursed.” Lucien moved first, kneeling gracefully before her. His cool hand cupped her cheek, silver eyes soft with something dangerously close to tenderness. “No, little witch. We’re blessed.” Rowan dropped to a crouch at her other side, his rough hand covering hers. “Blessed, cursed — doesn’t matter. You’re ours.”

Listening to their footsteps fade. And for the first time since the curse began— He truly believed… This was the end.

It’s tip pulsed with a crimson light. “Tonight.” The witch echoed “we finish what we started centuries ago. The power that we took from your twin Laura and the wolf we made dormant. She should not posses such power. We must make sure the curse works in our favor. We must bend her to our will… before she becomes unstoppable.” Melody nodded with anticipation. “Chant with me.” Together in eerie harmony, they began: “ Brah Foyli Demdumen… Brah Foyli Demdumen… Brah Foyli Demdumen…”

But I choose one knee instead, my gaze steady on the ground. The lead elder steps forward, her voice deep and commanding. “Rise.” I lift my head — and her words thunder across the silence. “Today, I witness a curse take a form I have never seen — its blessing phase. The strike of the moon, once feared as death itself… undone by faith and will. Serenya, you have proven history wrong. That an exile can return. That a curse may turn to cleansing. That fate, when tested, can choose mercy.”

“So you think I’m a fool, Bella? Your scent was all over the crime scene. There is no denying your guilt. Beta was right, you are a curse to this pack. Derek should have listened to him.” Luna Arissa spoke with so much anger that her voice was even breaking, and her nostrils flaring as she continued. “I have lost my mate. My Alpha. My heart. And you expect me to believe that it was not your evil hand that brought him down?” I shook my head helplessly, tears streaming down my face. “I didn’t do it! Please, Mom, I swear to you!”

The mark on her chest flared with divine light, ancient and undeniably warm. But Theo, the beast once feared across a thousand kingdoms, the spirit who once made gods kneel and rivers run dry, could feel that warmth to be truly suffocating. A hiss escaped between his teeth. His chest burned with the heat of the awakened contract, a holy tether he could no longer resist. “Nexus…” he growled, voice low, hoarse, splintering under centuries of repression. “You filthy… runaway… maggot.” He stumbled forward as if something greater had seized control of his limbs. Each step toward Selena felt like an insult to everything he’d sworn he'd never become.

My enhanced senses picked up every detail I wished I could ignore… the salt of sweat, the musk of sex, the copper tang of blood from claiming bites, and underneath it all, that strange purple-tinted power that made my nose itch. "Awakened what, exactly?" I asked, genuinely confused. "His birthright," Damon answered, and I heard the rustle of fabric as he dressed. "He's Moonblessed." I spun around, forgetting my promise to give them privacy. Thankfully, Damon had already pulled on his pants. "That is impossible, The Moonblessed are myths. Stories we tell pups." "So are curses that turn alphas into beasts," Milo pointed out quietly, pulling his shirt over his head. The movement was casual, but

Curse her and say she was dying? "I didn't know she was sick! And how is her death automatically my fault? Have you already forgotten how she used to bully me when we were kids? She pushed me into a patch of wolfsbane! I nearly died because of her! She hated me! Why would she ever die for someone she hated?