Marvel Cursed Novels & Stories

For a split second, with the orange hue of flames dancing in my vision, I wondered what it would feel like to stick my head into the fireplace. Amara Eldwood was cursed. Whatever hope I had been holding out that she could be my true mate vanished with the wisps of smoke that traveled up the chimney. “The woman has to leave Infinity Fortress, M’lord. Its the only way to keep your pack…our pack safe. That's the thing Laziel doesn't understand —” “Brahm knows about this? About Mara’s curse?” I hissed through clenched teeth, cutting her off and making her eyes widen before she tore her gaze away, looking everywhere but at my face.

I used to hear that the curse was PGWolf in Minecraft, but I never knew they were just going to work ones too. "Murphy, it is going to be difficult to hold him down like that; you just need to, like, ease up and let all of those strengths go out of him. The Luna curse power cannot be contained in this body any longer, and since he's already awake, you would need to let it out," Jessica said to Murphy, who finally let the rebel go as he began to breathe heavily, kneeling down to the ground again.

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

The ground shook beneath Clara's feet as the hidden chamber's energy intensified, sending shockwaves through the forest. She exchanged a determined glance with Marcus, feeling the weight of their shared mission settle on her shoulders. "We have to end this, Vivian," Marcus said, his voice shattering through the tension. "Whatever was initiated by your predecessor, must end here and now." Vivian's expression twisted with anger and desperation. "You think you can just walk away from this? The curse is bound to your very existence, Marcus. It's more powerful than you can imagine."

Like the walls had been the wrong size all along and you’d simply never known what the right size looked like. “That’s why Vivian cursed me,” I said. Not a question. “She had to have known exactly what you were,” Kael said. His voice was controlled, but I could feel the anger beneath it through the mate bond — steady and hot, like a banked fire. “No one constructs a curse that specific — designed to suppress a wolf, manipulate metabolism, distort how mates perceive you — without knowing precisely what they’re trying to prevent.” “She wasn’t trying to make you miserable,” Marcus said. “That was a side effect. She was trying to stop the bloodline from awakening.”

The captain's smile was chilling, his words dripping with disdain. "The curse is your destiny," Captain Marcus Drago declared. "Some fates cannot be escaped." His confidence was unnerving, a poison that threatened to seep into their minds. But Amelia refused to let it take hold. She glanced at Gabriel, at Lucas, saw the fire in their eyes. They were not beaten, not yet.

Her usually fierce gaze was softened by worry, her brow furrowed as she looked up when I approached. “Did the elders say anything more?” I asked softly, careful not to disturb the fragile calm. She nodded, glancing toward the thick woods beyond the camp’s edge. “They think the curse is tied to an artifact—a talisman. Something hidden deep in these forests. It’s said to hold power strong enough to either bind the feud between our packs forever or tear us apart completely.” My heart clenched. A talisman sounded like a legend, a myth to scare children, yet Mara’s serious tone left no room for doubt. The weight of the curse suddenly felt tangible, as if it pulsed in the very air around us.

Day by day, the blackness filled more and more of her vision, until there was nothing left. “You’ve been cursed,” Valdis had said in her dream, his voice a quiet, sad whisper when they were alone. He had come to her with a stone-cold expression, the same one he always wore when things were dire. “It’s Braxton’s curse, Mara. The Moon Goddess’s wrath.”

Ethan muttered as he looked at a photo of William's future partner in the film he was going to star. That girl really looked simple and innocent. Most surprising of all, this will be the girl's first film. Will the director not regret including her in this big project? Moreover, be a lover from an actor like William Redorge? *** To be continued... Welcome to my first warewolf genre story. Hope you all will like this story

I ignored his stare and placed my cigarette in my mouth, drew a deep one and blew the smoke into the air. “I heard you were cursed while you were still in your mother’s womb” I smirked. I wouldn’t be surprised about how news spread in the werewolf pack, I mean, we move faster than regular people, so obviously our news should spread. “By your fucking goddess, yes. I heard too, Alpha. It was a really unpleasant curse but you know one thing, I loved how the spell was spoken and placed. Damn! That woman must be related to Williams Shakespeare” I said referring to the goddess.