Lifting The Curse Novels & Stories

"You mentioned that you were used to cast the curse." Tensing I began to realize exactly what it was that he wanted to know. He wanted to know if there was a way to break the curse since I knew how to cast it. Of course, I knew how to break the curse, but there was only one way to do it. To break the curse, I would have to repeat what happened to cast it. "There is a way to lift it." I responded slowly while sitting up enough to wipe tears from my face. Fixing my gaze on Elias', I debated whether or not I should tell him the truth about the way to lift it.

He mutters and I look at him with wide eyes. “I felt something inside me when we kissed,” I whisper, not being able to process what happened. My body feels stronger and I don’t feel the weight of the curse anymore inside me. “The curse is lifted!” Serena yells in my head and then she starts chuckling. “One kiss is all it takes.” She starts singing. “To lift the curse on me.” I stop my urge to roll my eyes. But then my attention falls to Elijah. His eyes droop a little and fear washes over me. Oh my Goddess! What if the curse got transferred to him?

Chapter 22 Rachel mind started wavering and her mind clicked at the words once her mother spoke few days ago of the possibilities of lifting the curse. Her eyes widened and a smug look was spread across her face with a victorious grin. She managed to hide her expressions seen by others. “Mom, I’m sorry to disturb you. I remembered you once saying, the possibilities to lift the curse” she said and Crysta looked at her questioningly. “What now Rachel? We have already lifted the curse” Eric said with disinterested look.

Wind slammed harder against the stone—storm calling, war brewing. Lucy rose, climbing onto the bed beside him, laying against his chest. His heartbeat thudded beneath her ear—alive, powerful. He wrapped an arm around her waist—protective, claiming—and exhaled a shaky breath into her hair. There, in the dark, when they were close enough that fear couldn’t fit between them, Karl whispered: “The curse is a chain. You’re the only one who has ever broken it.” Lucy laced her fingers with his. “Then we keep breaking it,” she said. “Together.”

A small flinch could be seen from her at his words and this seemed to please him as he smiled,one which fitted his devilishly handsome face, sometimes it was as though he smiled knowing how well it fitted him and hid his tainted soul. "Not to worry,I have not come here for that,I do not waste energy on measly things" "Then why are you here?" "I wish to lift a curse" He said raising his hand,he pulled the sleeves of his left arm and right beneath his elbow was a writing,it looked like an ancient language and to a normal persons eyes,it may resemble a tattoo but alas,they were curses. "I cannot lift this" Linda said after assessing the writings. "And why's that,are you no witch?"

"He's our alpha. Our leader. Alphas have the power to turn humans. The rest of us are betas, and you are too, now." "I don't understand," I said shakily. "We're werewolves, Hosanna. And you've gotta keep that a secret, you hear me? I've got some contacts for you to hide your eyes." He plucked a lens out of his eye, revealing a burning gold iris. I gasped, flinching. He laughed at me. "What? Yours look just like mine now. So you've gotta wear these contacts to make them look brown, yeah? If you don't, the police will shoot you."

"I never intended on releasing this curse." She waves her hand dismissively. "This is what you fail to understand, girl. What happened was no accident. It was written by fate, in the very fabric of your existence to come across your mates resting place to raise him from the dead." I stare down at my trembling fingers. "I don't like the idea of that. That means that none of us have any agency in our decisions." "It means we bear no burden in inexplicable acts as they happen. You were meant to raise him, and now, you are meant to stop him," she insists.

“Wait… what did you just say?” His gaze swept over us, sharp, piercing. “Centuries ago, it was foretold: our land would be cursed by the Wicked, and two boys would arrive from a distant realm. One would break the curse, the other would fight to preserve it. Mortal enemies, bound to the fate of this world.” Carter and I exchanged a glance—best friends, inseparable. Then back at the hooded figure. “That’s impossible, sir,” I said. “We’ve known each other forever. Nothing could turn us against one another. We’re not part of your prophecy.”

“So start talking.” Nathan glared. “Kyle. Stop playing around.” Kyle sighed dramatically and spread his arms like he was announcing a magic trick. “Fine. The curse can only be lifted by its master.” Silence settled in the room. “And where exactly can we find this master?” I asked. “The underworld. It’s not that hard.” He said it so casually. Kaima quickly grabbed onto my hand. “What?” “You heard me, darling. If you really want that work of art on your back gone, you’ll have to take a short trip to hell. And I must tell you, it is fantastic this time of the year.”

“Well, that depends.” “On what?” Lucien asked. “On him.” All eyes shifted. I didn’t react. “She’s the only one who can break your curse,” Maya continued. “But only if she remembers who she was.” "Oh, so you basically you have to reawake Aria and somehow convince her to lift the curse." Lucien said “I know that.” “And if she doesn’t?” Vivian asked quietly. “It completes,” Maya said. Lucien sat up slightly now, no longer relaxed.