Marvel Cursed Novels & Stories

"Xavier, a thought came to my head concerning the getting a mate thing. Why not teach Martin's a lesson for deceiving you by taking his daughter away from him in exchange of what he owes you" "A human as my mate? No! The Supreme Alpha would be against the union, we werewolf's must mate with our kind not mere humans" I scrunched up my face in absolute disgust. "Alpha Xavier please listen to what I am trying to say. It isn't news that you have been placed on a curse by the moon goddess, that's the reason why you haven't found your mate yet. Nobody would know if she's your mate or not, you would just keep her by your side as a trophy wife"

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

“I wanted to apologize for whatever I had done to you, your pack and your family. I am sorry.” My eyes were any second near before shredding tears. The most ruthless and tyrant alpha was apologizing. “I know what I have done is unforgivable and haven’t think of you to forgive me ether. I wanted you to know that it was not you, it’s me. it’s always been me who was not worthy enough of a mate to you. I am…” he looked lost for words. “I am cursed. Whatever, whoever comes nears me, gets nothing except hurt and pain. I am a mess.” He said finally.

The last couple of days have been a whirlwind. An exciting new development in my curse-free state is that now makkares can heal me. Sebastian had a brainwave and decided it was worth a try asking a friendly makkari to heal me since I was technically no longer cursed, and it turns out he was correct. All the pain, aches, exhaustion, and those disgusting blisters, are now a thing of the past, which is a great relief to me as it now means I can enjoy all the blessings that surround me.

I asked her calmly, pulling her into my arms once more. “Because you are still affected by the curse, Marv. You have your wolf and you have your mate by your side as well. But that doesn’t automatically make you immune to the cure. The moon goddess placed that curse in anger, and until we break that curse, you would still be affected by it, just like every other werewolf. It’s only going to be a bit different this time because you have your wolf, and you have me, my love. I would help you pull through, and after a while, I’m sure you would get rid of this feeling of hatred and disgust that you feel for me.

Immediately afterward, a red Curse Inscription appeared on the foreheads of members that had passed the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. Mattaniah shouted furiously, “You monster! Did you curse all of them?!!” Quartney smiled menacingly and said, “That’s not an ordinary curse. It’s called the Sorrowful Spirit's Curse. I acquired it from a fragmented scroll left behind by Franciscus. I combined it with Deadgory Bugs and cursed every member above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. “Once I die, everyone cursed will also perish, regardless of their strength.”

I lowered my head, realizing that I had no reason to doubt him right now, for all I know, things haven't been right in the realm for a while now, maybe there's some truth to what he is saying. "Okay Marcus, let's say I believe your whole story about a curse and all, how do you then suggest we avert the curse?" "Simple, we get rid of her." "Who?" "Mabel, Lev's Luna." I almost shot out of the bed, taken back by his accusation, I know I don't fully trust Mabel but calling her a curse to the whole wolf realm is a bit exaggerated. "No way, are you trying to say that Mabel is the curse you have been talking about?"

Camellia Sitting in Nero’s office, I try to process everything he’s just told me, but it feels like my mind is spinning out of control. I’m staring at the polished wood of his desk, my hands clenched into tight fists in my lap, but I can’t seem to find any sense of calm. How could things have gotten so much worse? It’s not just about my memory loss anymore; it goes so much deeper than that. The Meraloth, this Marle person , a curse—it’s like our entire world is unraveling, and I don’t know how to stop it.

At its three points, they stood. Marcella, her hair a cascade of obsidian waves against the deep crimson of her robe, watched with ancient, hungry eyes. Odessa, pale and severe as a marble statue, met her gaze across the circle, a challenge and an invitation in the lift of her chin. Between them, Connor stood bare-chested, his body humming with a power that was still new, still wild. The curse, a parasitic vine of dark magic, was a cold ache in his bones, a threat to them all. This was the only way to burn it out. “The convergence begins,” Marcella’s voice was a low thrum, like cello strings played in a distant room. “The threads of the curse are tightest now. We must be quicker.”

We both needed some air and ran outside. When I was deep in the forest, I changed into my wolf. Ava was still tired, but she could still run. She won't have the energy to talk. Even now, we were running, and I felt better. Still, I thought about the things from the curse. I knew I needed to break the curse by killing one of my two mates. I knew I couldn't bear to kill Marnik. The question was, who was my second mate? Also, who were my biological parents? I felt the need to know, and with a heartache, I ran further into the forest.