Mha Cursed Novels & Stories

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.

“And yet without her, you will die. You feel it already. Every breath cuts you. Every step weakens you. How much longer do you think you can stand?” My claws dug into the gate, my chest burning harder with every word he spoke. He was right. The curse was eating me alive. I could feel it spreading faster every hour, stronger since Johan. And he was offering a cure. A way out. But his price was her. The bond pulsed again, Maeve’s voice pressing faint but fierce inside me. Do not listen to him. I am yours. Always. I lifted my head, my voice rough, steady. “Leave my land before I tear you apart.”

Silas walked ahead, shoulders rigid, while Wren drifted beside me, his now clear gray eye flicking between shadows as if reading futures in the dust motes. We emerged into a ruined solar, its tall windows cracked and overgrown with black ivy that pressed against the glass like seeking fingers. In the center stood a massive stone chair more throne than seat carved with twisting serpents and broken halos. Silas stopped before it, staring at the empty seat like it haunted him. “This is where it began,” he said quietly. “The night the curse took root. I sat here and made the choice that damned us all.”

“Why I can’t mark and claim you as mine…” "The curse?" I repeat, the word feeling heavy and ominous in the quiet hall. “Yes. I’m cursed, Rhea.” I stare at him in shock. The powerful Alpha of Moonshade, is cursed. broken down by a shadow I don't understand. And me being close to him somehow affects his curse. ***

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

Marcus thought worried . " hhaa hahaha when the trust is breaking , mate bond is changed to hate, it's the time for the curse to overpower.Its the time of change of fate . Let's see what happen next?" came the sinister reply again from his wolf, but he knew this isn't Fire who was speaking it was the curse, again. The evil laugh and the mean word indicated it , without a say . " Didn't it end?" Marcus couldn't help but asked anxiously.As his eyes widen in horror.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Czar had his head bent and had been hoping Masha wouldn't get seen, but he knew that was as impossible as hiding the sun. When the door of the court chamber went open, they all turned to behold the face of the curious vampire coming in. Hagar detested vampires, she hated them with every thing in her. Hence, setting her eyes on Masha dangerously stepped on her nerves. Masha took careful steps in, noting the faces of the people on the table. She recognized the lady she had seen a while ago, stepping down from a horse while throwing suspicious stares at her. She saw another lady who's eyes hosted pain as they looked at her. The third woman was a wonder with a crown, Masha needed no one to tell

Ama screamed and staggered back, clutching her ears. “They’ve marked the room,” she gasped. “It’s a summoning—” Before she finished, a swirling figure rose from the sigil. A witch. Pale skin, hair like tangled night, and eyes like obsidian pits. “I am Mora,” she hissed. “Daughter of Inadu. Herald of the Unborn Curse.” She raised her hand and sent a blast of crimson energy across the chamber. Howard was thrown back, hitting the wall with a sickening thud. One of the guards collapsed in flames.

Her memories flash before me: fragments of her life, her fears, and deeper, darker corners she’s never shared. But as I dig further, something shocks me to my core. There’s a presence in her mind, something ancient and malevolent, not her wolf, but something else. Her beast stirs as I probe, and the realization hits me like a punch to the gut—Morana’s wolf has been cursed with a Meraloth. The Meraloth senses my presence, and with a violent surge, it ejects me from Morana’s mind. The backlash is physical, throwing me backward as her body jerks forward from the force.