Novelas y relatos de Lunar Curse

The lunar eclipse was almost here and I knew well enough what would happen when the curse unleashed and we start acting against our free well, like every other Lunar eclipse and full moon. We caused havoc and not like everyday chaos but during the lunar eclipse, the curse becomes more prominent and worst. It had the worst effect on our body. The palace was cleared during the lunar eclipse nobody was allowed to stay around us until it was over, chains could hold us back wooden stakes couldn’t slow us down, it was like we were living in our worst nightmare and men like us weren’t supposed to have nightmares, we were nightmares.

“You’ve got to be joking.” There were chuckles from the crowd, cruel and biting. Sara’s ears rang. “Quentin?” she said, stunned. “You’re—you're my mate?” He curled his lip in disgust. “That’s impossible. The Moon Goddess must’ve made a mistake.” Sara took a step forward, her instincts taking over, but he pulled away from her, as if she repelled him. “No!" he spat. “There’s no way the Moon Goddess would curse me with you.”

“You indicated that the curse thrives on me — that it is sustained by my blood. Surely there must be a way to end it without endangering Reven.” Mira raised her gaze, her eyes mirroring the moon’s glow. “Every curse has a source — a bond that connects it to existence. To dismantle yours, you must uncover the mark that links your spirit to the Moon’s wrath. But that mark is hidden deep within the ancient grounds… beyond the Shadow Valley.” Selene furrowed her brow. “That place has been off-limits for centuries. No one who ventures there returns.” “Because no one possesses the blood of the true Luna,” Mira replied. “You do.”

in her words. “This is not the time for groveling. Your pack’s fate hangs in the balance.”I forced myself to stand, though my legs felt like lead. “Please,” I said, my voice cracking. “Tell me what to do. How do I save my pack?”The priestess’s gaze softened, but her words were unyielding. “The only remedy for this curse is the return of the true Luna of your pack.”Her words hit me like a thunderclap. I blinked, struggling to process what she’d just said. “The true Luna?” I echoed. My mind raced, and my eyes instinctively darted to Anastasia, who stood at the edge of the chamber. She was my Luna—or so I’d thought.Anastasia’s expression wavered, a mixture of confusion and unease. “What does s

“Lucian, I just watched you tear through Vayne like he was made of paper. I’ve seen you fight before, but that? That was different. That was something else.” His jaw tightened, his eyes flickering to the darkened corners of the ruins, as if expecting something—or someone—to emerge. “It’s always been there, waiting. I’ve spent centuries keeping it buried, controlling it. Until now.” Aria swallowed, her fingers tightening into fists at her sides. “You keep saying it. What is it?” Lucian hesitated, then finally met her gaze. “A curse,” he said simply. “Something far older than me. Older than vampires.”

As the roars of the pack faded behind us, I shifted Lily in my arms and began walking toward the main house with my father beside me, Elvin, Zion and Army followed quietly behind, and I was still carrying Lucas’ severed hand. The night felt heavy, like the air itself was holding its breath. We were only a few steps from the house when a soft, dragging sound echoed from the darkness. The Moon Seer stepped out from the shadows. Her long black gown brushed the ground as she walked toward us and her eyes were half‑closed, as if she was listening to something far away… something only she could hear. She stopped in front of us and lifted her head slowly. Then she spoke. “There is a blood curse upo

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

Soren said grimly. "This doesn't make sense," Tarlon said frantically. "Who attacks a Grimshaw Alpha on his own territory?" Pack members were gathering around us, all talking at once. "Has to be the Blackstone pack," someone said. "Or the Council," another voice added. "They've been watching us." "Shut up!" Soren commanded. "All of you, shut up and THINK!" But I could see it in their faces. The fear. The recognition. "It's her," someone whispered. "The curse is real."

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.”

Dorian roared, but his voice drowned. I ran towards one of the walls, a young female I tried to help her up, but she recoiled from my touch as though it burned her, her eyes flickered weirdly, then rolled back as she finally collapsed. “get out of there, Eve.” Dorian barked, pulling me away from her. “ Don’t touch them, whatever this is… It’s spreading.“ Just then, I realized that the red moon wasn’t just watching us, it was equally feeding. My wolf howled a broken sound inside of me, it made my knee buckle. ‘The curse is tied to you.’ She said weakly, ‘…and if the moon doesn’t stop, it will take us all.’