Narnia Cursed Fanfic Novels & Stories

As if someone had replaced the entire language overnight. "I don't know what happened!" Natalie said, trembling. "I don't understand! The book-it's been cursed!" Miguel yelled again, his voice full of pain and anger. "Then uncursed it, damn it! You're the witch! That's your job!" "I can't!" Natalie screamed, her face red with frustration. "I don't even know what curse this is! It's like someone sealed the book away from me! This has never happened before!" Cielo groaned as she scratched at her leg, only for a chunk of skin to peel away. "We're dying, Natalie! Look at us! You need to stop this!"

Even more than the whips I endured today. Then, something startling happened. Lucian moved and stepped in front of me as if shielding me. And said, voice like thunder, “She. Is. Mine.” The world froze. No one dared move. Even the king looked like his soul left his body. The Cursed Alpha Prince never spoke. He was known for silence. Yet today, he spoke against the king himself—his uncle Vance, the man who raised him after his parents died because of his curse, the man who protected him all his life.

I whispered. But Arnold continued mercilessly. “I, Alpha Arnold Reid of the Nightshade Pack…” My vision blurred. “…reject you, Leticia Hales of Frostfall Pack…” The mate bond snapped through my chest like something tearing apart inside me. “…as my Luna.”

Mine. Kael's arm slid around Elian's waist, drawing him flush against his body, their legs tangling anew. Elian's warmth seeped into him, soothing fractures long ignored. "Sleep longer, my heart," Kael whispered to the quiet, lips brushing Elian's forehead. "The world outside—the whispers, the threats—can wait. This... us... this is what matters now." He closed his eyes, surrendering to the pull, their breaths syncing in peaceful harmony. For the first time, the curse felt distant, a fading echo against the strength of their bond.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

What I had dreaded had come to stand in armour before me mercilessly stomping on my dreams and my future. She tried her best to comfort me, she said things change and the results are not conclusive. That the goddess will heal me for I was her favoured female. She said I could modify my eating habits or even make up a sex plan which may benefit me. But as I thanked her with a cold smile not shedding a single tear the bandaged wounds of my heart that had merely healed because of the love of my male had once more torn apart shattering into pieces and I was left bleeding by the end of it. It is true, I am cursed. "Theia! You are finally here I was getting impatient. Come here my queen, I have al

he began, “The child she carries is tied to a dark curse.” Murmurs echoed through the hall. Right then, I felt Zane’s arm tighten around my shoulders. Timothy continued, his voice growing louder. “The dark seed within Ceres has formed a symbiotic link with the unborn heir. If that corruption spreads, the entire pack will suffer the consequences.” “That’s just a speculation,” Sheila snapped from across the council circle. “It’s reality,” another elder interrupted. “The curse has no known cure.” Timothy lifted his hand, silencing the room again.

I wonder how long his kiss with Brenda lasted…if he enjoyed it more than when we kissed and– “Jeez, Hannah Blanco, get your head in place! You are about to be flogged by a witch!” Nina slams. “Of course we know a lycan’s bite can do nothing to us but this particular lycan has been cursed. He is a wandering cursed lycan whose blood is dangerous and should never mix with someone like her. You know the kind of bond you have…” she pauses and looks at me. “What do I do, please?” I say quickly, hoping she don't dwell on my bond part. Nathan does not know anything about my cursed mate bond.

We were stuck there for seconds, staring at each other, both of us, dumbfounded and lost of words. "Hello, Layla" he greeted. He remembered my name, and again, I blushed at the way he called out my name. It sounded so demure and sweetening to my ears. I could feel a strong connection between the both of us. It felt as though there was just more to what was happening between us. I could hear whispers inside of me, a being within me whispering the words, "Mate!" I shook my head in denial. It couldn't be true. How could I, a slave since I came to understand life, be mated to a powerful alpha, the very one I came to spy on and give the necessary information to Alpha Alex?

"The day they committed to being partners for the 1932 Convergence." I stare at the withered petals with new reverence. Finally, the locket. I brace myself before touching it. This vision hits like a thunderbolt: my mother and a man I recognize as Cain's father from the photograph, huddled over ancient texts in this very library. Their urgency is palpable, their determination fierce. My mother's voice echoes as if underwater: "We can break the cycle, Nathaniel. We can free our children from this burden." Then, darkness gathering around them like smoke, solidifying into something with too many eyes, watching, waiting.