Joestar Curse Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

"Someone who looked exactly like my mother told me about our curse—the Lock and Chain Curse. She told me that Crostelia bears both the lock and chain that covers her heart with shackles, suppressing her original power. That she, the most affected bearer of the curse, will have to break it sooner or else her heart will explode because of the restraint of her overwhelming power..." “You did not even doubt her?” “Why would I doubt it when it was my mother speaking to me?” Then the young man took a deep breath before he continued to speak. "...I am the key to breaking it. She explained that because I am the key, another identity was formed in my body. She said that if the both of us are alive an