Joestar Curse Novels & Stories

Author's P.O.V. Mr. Escobar walked back to his car, he got in and the driver drove off. "Where boss?" His driver asked as they drove out of Nicholas's mansion. "Back to the office, I was told, I am needed urgently at the office", Mr. Escobar replied. Throughout the drive, Mr. Escobar couldn't stop thinking about what could have happened if he wasn't around. The curse was a dark curse, which was capable of destroying any alpha and also making them wolfless. The only cure to such a curse was the blood of an older Alpha, Lunar, Beta, or Delta. If he wasn't around, Nicholas could have been wolfless by now, because there ain't any older Lunar, Beta, or Delta in the pack. "What could have

he whispered, “is the Curse of the First Luna.” A chill shot through me. “The… what?” He raised his eyes to meet mine—full of sorrow. “It is a curse older than the packs themselves. A curse placed upon those who rewrite destiny. Those who shift the fate written by the Moon Goddess.” I blinked at him, stunned. “I don’t understand.” He exhaled shakily. “Charlotte… every time someone alters destiny or breaks the natural path, they pay with their soul. The crescent mark… it represents the countdown.”

fuck fate and its stupid eyebrows. The contract was activating. The seal was awakening. And Theo, who had spent centuries hating humans for reasons even he no longer remembered, was being forced to kneel before one. Slowly, Theo felt the final condition. The binding would only be complete through a kiss—an ancient rite, older than language. Refusing it meant death. His spirit would burn, along with the last remnant of Nexus’s power inside him. Theo stared at her, face twisted in loathing.

My senses exploded. I could hear the wings of moths. Smell the dew clinging to the grass. I could feel the heartbeats of those walking nearby in the pack square. Everything was… alive. More alive than I’d ever known it could be. I rose to my knees, shaky and gasping. My hands were still human, but filled with something deeper now. Something wild. Zorry hummed beneath my skin, a protective presence. Her thoughts tangled with mine, her instincts sharpening mine, "The curse they feared… it was never a curse. It was me. Hiding. Waiting. Watching."

His arms caught me before I hit the floor, the heat of him overwhelming, the iron grip of his hands forcing me against him as blood poured between us. “Elysia!” His voice was raw, guttural, half-human, half-wolf. “No. No, you don’t.” My vision blurred. I saw torches sway, wolves’ wide eyes, mouths frozen in shock. Someone muttered, “She’d rather die…” Another whispered, “The curse is real.” “I said quiet!” Danearo bellowed, his fury crashing over them. His hands pressed hard against the wound, but more blood welled through his fingers. His jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth would break.

She died on the spot. In this life, Sally decided to switch paths early and made preparations ahead of time. So she wasn't as vicious toward me as she had been before. Even then, she still failed. Because she never expected me to uncover the truth. Sally refused to accept it. "So what if you figured it out? No one can break the curse. The only person who knew how is dead. Kyla, you're still going to die by my hand in this life." I didn't say a word. I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm.

"My second turns eighteen next week. On that day, I can request for a date for the ceremony." "That's cutting it pretty close, Shiro," Jett said. "That's only a few days before our thirty are up." "I understand," he told him. He wished he could tell him how much he understood. He probably didn't feel any pain from the curse due to Shiro denying him so much. He and Hiroko were the only ones strong enough to take on their mate's pain from the curse. Hiroko had learnt it herself and had taught him for when the time had come.

"But I know there is more to her than what meets the eye." "Is that a good thing?" Joram asked. "Was that why you brought him here?" Joram looked at Alek. "To diagnose Claire?" "I don't know if it is a good thing, Joram," Esteavo said. "Sometimes, "strange" could be a bad thing. But at the same time, it could be a good thing." "Well?" "She subdues the curse placed on you, yes?" Esteavo asked. "So I guess that's a good thing."

Strength surges through me like lightning wrapped in blood. This isn’t the curse. It doesn’t feel like poison. It feels like truth. The truth of what I am. Cristof steps forward, his eyes glowing with celestial light. His Ascent blood thrums with ancient power as he studies me carefully. “The curse is gone.” The words strike me harder than any attack. Gone. I clutch my own arms, expecting the familiar inner burn of corruption… but there’s only smooth, warm energy flowing through my veins. Not human. Not monster.

Although I didn't realise it from the start, from some of Easton's stories, it seemed like this had happened for a while. My hand moved towards Easton's chest, feeling his heartbeat, which now felt normal. But I remembered for sure that Easton often complained of pain in his chest. He even paled, with cold sweat pouring down. Easton leaned his cheek against my hand, then turned to stroke the back of my hand. "In my family, there is a curse." I frowned. He said, a curse? Easton nodded and let out a long breath. "I'm an alpha who has great power. While that may seem beneficial, it is also a curse on my body."