Mermaid Curse Novels & Stories

Celeste rises, very upset. "But you're not cursed. Grandma made it up because she was upset that her son died and you were left. You look a lot like him and were a painful reminder of what she lost. That's why she sent you away and why she spread such an awful rumor." Hope swells in my chest and I can't stop it. There's a possibility I might not be cursed!

A selfish plan to search for Paul. When I touched the King’s head, what I actually saw was him being cursed by the sea witch. The evil witch was an old and horrifying black mermaid with crooked lips, long nose, and creepy red eyes. She was captured by the King and its mermen because of stealing in the palace and also killing several mermen wights. Before the witch died, she cursed the King that he would die from a mysterious disease that could never be cured no matter how much gold of chest would be spent to exchange for it. The King only laughed at her face before he decapitated her using his sharp trident.

Just as the tip of his blade was about to sink into my chest, the door was suddenly kicked open with a thunderous crash, and a figure stormed in like a gale. Upon catching sight of my wretched state—covered in blood with my scales ripped away—Diana nearly passed out. She then bellowed, "You freaking brute! What exactly have you done? Do you know that torturing and killing a merfolk carries a curse? You are going to destroy the Gunter family!" Justin's face was brimming with contempt. "You're getting old and senile if you actually believe in this superstitious nonsense, Mom!" He pointed at me as I lay dying on the floor. "I'm merely teaching that bitch a lesson since she made Ruby cry! You ou

she bitterly smiled, “so my desire is my origin. What's with my parents, the ancestors, the ancient? What cause this suffering in my heart when I'm only want is live?” Her expression change greatly as she added, “Do I deserve it?” “Nonsense!” The voice vibrated, and the white fragment cause her pupils to shrink. “No one deserve such a thing. The curse is a price from the ancient, and it's nothing personal, lady.” Nuahanna shook violently. The white fragment came to her mind, causing her mind to spun. The way it spun, it revive the emotions in the deepest of her soul! Creeching, splashing and banging sounds filled her mind. Then the images so bright it daze her, and she vibrated herself. Her

Ironic how Shananel had drilled this into her mind ever since she was young And now, it was time to put them into action in front of her former mentor’s masterpiece. After the two attempts of the curse of the spells created by Merlin, seven branches from the Methuselah trees raced towards Diana. Their width was now bigger than her two arms combined and their sharpness gleaming under the moonlight sheen, the curse placed by Merlin was now out to take her head.

“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything. The connection is tangible. The sparks — electric. And her scent… it’s like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. Smoky vanilla—” “And lavender,” I finish. Realization crashes over him. “No.” The word chokes out. His face drains of color. He drags a hand through his long hair. “She’s… but… no. No, no, no. That’s not possible.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. We have the same mate. This has to be some twisted joke. Goddess… why? ———————————————————————————— Sebastian’s POV I am angry. No — I am raging.

She died on the spot. In this life, Sally decided to switch paths early and made preparations ahead of time. So she wasn't as vicious toward me as she had been before. Even then, she still failed. Because she never expected me to uncover the truth. Sally refused to accept it. "So what if you figured it out? No one can break the curse. The only person who knew how is dead. Kyla, you're still going to die by my hand in this life." I didn't say a word. I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm.

Sebastian asked in rage while Den swirled me around and pinned me against his body; holding me tightly in place. I was out of my mind right now. My defenses were high and I felt an electric sting hit Den. He winced in pain and pushed me away. “Den!” Sebastian's call for help made me realize the reality. Mermaid sting is too dangerous. Den was writhing in pain and if not attended properly, he might die or go insane. My eyes went wide and my jaw hung as Sebastian was struggling to keep Den awake. What should I do? What should I do?

“Don’t listen to her.” “She’s not lying,” Serenya gasped. “I saw it. The woman who came before me—she offered her blood to save the wolves, but her love cursed them instead. Her heart broke the oath, and the curse was sealed in her bloodline.” Kaelen looked into her eyes, gray storm meeting silver flame. “Then we break it. Together.” Maelis’s voice darkened. “You can’t break what was born of betrayal. You can only feed 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.”