Lake Lanier Curse Novels & Stories

She needed a dip in the mountain springs; she felt utterly defiled, the scent of the prank clinging to her like a curse. She had thought the week of peace was the calm before the storm, but she was wrong. This was just a stray gust; the true hurricane was standing right outside her stall door. As she stepped out, she found three figures waiting. Not just any girls—the elite. Britany, Mia, and Amy. They were the stars of the Lycan Academy, the lead huntresses of the ceremonial squad. Usually, the high-born ignored her, but these three were the exception. Their hatred was a mystery to Emily; she was nothing to them, yet they treated her like a personal enemy. Mia let out a sharp giggle.

The face of a woman who had survived an auction and a claiming and a coronation and a siege and a severing and had thought, foolishly, that she had seen the worst of what the world could design. Behind my reflection, deeper, my wolf looked back at me with eyes that burned. She had known. Since the beginning. Since the first flutter of the baby's movement beneath my heart. She had been standing guard against something she could feel approaching across a distance too vast for my conscious mind to register. And now it had a name. "Who deployed it?" I asked. "Who has this curse?" "I don't know," Lirien said, and the frustration in her voice was real enough to cut. "Someone reconstructed it from

I let out a sudden, incredulous laugh, sharp as glass. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me there's a bloody Disney reference in there. True love's kiss. You cannot be serious." His mouth twitched, but his eyes remained dark. "I thought the same when I read it. I wanted to laugh it off too. But Lilith..." He tapped the page. "It's not a fairy tale. It's what happened." "But then how am I still alive? I should be dead. The curse contained immortality as well." Silence pressed in on us, heavy and tight. At last he lifted his eyes, absolute and unflinching.

“Are we talking about some kind of demon?” Lucian shook his head, his lips curling in a faint, bitter smile. “No. Worse. It’s a god—a forgotten one, with power beyond what any of us can comprehend. And the curse... it’s not just a simple bond. It’s a tether to that power. A blood price that my family has been paying for centuries.”

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

Inside the speeding car, Aria's face contorted in anguish. "Eluned's dead because of me," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. Lyrien reached out, attempting to comfort her. "No, Aria, it's not your fault," Lyrien said softly. But Aria shook her head, her voice rising. "My curse...it's happening again. I'm losing everyone I care about. I'm the cause of every downfall." Erith's concerned gaze flicked to the rearview mirror. "Aria, please—" "No!" Aria screamed, her eyes blazing. "You don't understand. I'm cursed. I'm a plague."

But I needed to. The curse isn’t complicated. We had lost our connection to our animals, becoming slaves to the moon—all because my ancestor had a little falling out with his witch girlfriend. A witch who I knew had married into the Hart’s family line. I knew the answer to breaking the curse wasn’t in that journal. But I needed to learn more about how the curse had happened from the very being that had caused it. The more I know, the more prepared I can be.

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.

explained Ethan to the man he called 'Uncle'. The man's name was Jhony Redorge. The largest shareholder of R company. One of the conglomerates in his homeland. At once, the father of the famous actor, William Redorge. "What exactly happened with her?" William asked Anthony. "Did she just go into shock, stress or something?" Instead of answering, Anthony even asked back. "Apparently, yes. Is there a problem with that?" William. Anthony took a seat near Leona who still looked exhausted. "Did you know if you have asthma, Miss?" asked Anthony. Leona shook her head slightly.