Marvel Cursed Novels & Stories

(Inside Great Hill High) "We may have won this battle, but the war is far from over. We are here for one reason, and one reason only – to protect Clara. However, our true enemy lies within her. A cursed that poses the greatest threat we face. It's a dangerous and enigmatic curse, causing the host to battle their own selves, with disastrous consequences. Time is of the essence. Today, we must free her from this malevolent curse, for tomorrow may be too late," Eric Damian addressed the group, his voice filled with urgency and determination. Mathias stepped forward to offer his perspective.

Beelzebub nodded his head as Crocell comforted me with a hug, placing a kiss on my head as if to say it wasn’t my fault. It really isn’t but if I knew how I was cursed, it would help a lot. “What do you have?” Crocell asked while still hugging me close. “Well… we all thought the curse is indestructible as long as fates permits it, and as long as the one who placed the curse is alive—of course, we can’t kill your father unless we want to wage war with heaven and promptly tip the universe’s balance and destroy pretty much everything you can imagine.” Beelzebub waved his hand and showed an ancient looking paper. “This is a Celtic manuscript that had information on curses—well, to make the story

Darker. A monstrous hybrid of wolf and shadow—Kalen’s corruption seeping into his soul. The pack stared in horror. “The curse,” Maren whispered. “It’s consuming him.” Joel turned his burning eyes to the nearest wolf. “Run.” But they didn’t get far.

"Pain will welcome you like a hound if you use her." The words surrounded him like unseen chains and reverberated like thunder. John clutched his chest as he gasped. Dark magic struck me as soon as I finished speaking the curse. Not his. Her own. My mom. Wrenching my wolf back into chains, she responded to the curse with the seal. The howl of my wolf struck John like a blow to the body. "Pardon me," she muttered. My relationship with my wolf broke like glass. After that, everything turned dark.

“There’s more. A refrain—half-burnt—but clear enough. ‘If the blood key resists, the curse magnifies, carried down each heir until marrow itself dissolves.’” The words lodged like ice in Zaria’s ribs. She wanted to laugh, to spit the curse back out, but her pulse betrayed her, hammering too hard. Lucien finally moved. His hand clenched the edge of the desk until the wood creaked. “Enough for tonight.” But Mara shook her head, eyes sharp. “Lucien. You can’t silence what’s already written.” ⸻

I said. "Am I not?" Dante's eyes were not focused. "Three mates dead. Now me. When does it stop, Kiera?" "When I leave!" I said desperately. "I'll leave right now! The curse will follow me away from here!" "Too late," Soren said. "Contract's already signed. You're bound to us now." "Then tear up the contract!" "Doesn't work that way," Soren said. "Werewolf law. A signed mate contract can only be broken by death or completion."

This simple blood offering, this single spell—was all it would take to break the centuries-old curse that had slaughtered our kind? Juliet gave a quiet nod, her voice steady but weary. “It’s done.” I stared at Marci and Ava, expecting something… anything. But they still looked the same. No claws. No glowing eyes. No fangs. Just silence. Stillness. “It will take—” A loud cry exploded through the forest before Juliet could finish. Marci's body arched violently as her limbs contorted, bones cracking beneath her skin. Her scream turned into a howl as black fur erupted along her spine. Ava dropped to her knees, hands trembling as her jaw snapped forward.

ZEPHYRINE's POV. I stood frozen, my mind reeling in shock. "Cursed!" someone shouted, and the word was taken up by others, echoing through the clearing. "She's cursed, she's cursed, she's cursed! I felt like I'd gotten the wind sucked out of me, that he had reached in and sucked everything from my insides out. The words cut deep, and a part of me couldn't help but wonder one question: Was it me? Am I cursed to have people around me die under these circumstances that are so mysterious?

Wolves tearing each other apart. Bodies covering stone temples. Silver-eyed women screaming while dark creatures rose from beneath the earth itself. I gasped painfully. “What is this?” The woman stepped closer. “The beginning of your curse.” “My curse?” Her expression darkened. “You think only Marten is cursed?” Cold fear slid through me. “No…” “Marten inherited the beast.” The blue flames surged higher. “You inherited the balance meant to chain it.” I stared at her numbly. “I don’t understand.” “You will.”

Alexander stared at it for a while and nodded at them. They both left my presence while still discussing on how to go about in capturing the rogues. Holding the invitation card in my hand, I closed his eyes as the memory of years ago flashed before me. I had been cursed to live forever and had lived a thousand years hoping I would be able to break the curse. I remembered the prophecy that on the third day of the third month of the full moon I shall meet the one that was destined to break the curse. It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one.