Narnia Cursed Fanfic Novels & Stories

Handed to her, like I was never meant to exist. She didn’t stop there. No, she conived with my best friend -- her real daughter -- and my fiance -- a perfect match -- to take my place. And even that was still not enough. She wants to take my life. I escaped by a thread—fleeing from her men like a hunted animal—and ran straight into his hands. Alessio Giordano. The monster. The beast. The Alpha they say even nightmares fear. I didn’t understand what that meant until tonight.

“No, it did. It really did. She told me – she said even mum had been cursed because – because of her bloodline but she helped and got nothing in return so she revived the curse. If I had – if I had accepted to be her oracle, you would be fine. It’s all my fault.” Valens shot out of his seat like a rocket and she flinched. “I - I’m really sorry. At that time –“ “No, Dami. The curse is broken and you didn’t become an oracle so everything is fine,” I rushed to say. Valens was gritting his teeth, on the verge of an explosion. My chest constricted and I felt like I was being crushed by the weight of his anger. Dami must have felt it too because she started to cry again. I glared at Valens who was

"Please, Laia, I am begging you. I can tell him to leave me and choose you instead. I just want my mother back. My father has not visited me here yet, I am so worried. The pack is in danger now, the neighboring pack is planning to attack us and our army was not well because of the curse. You love Kylo, right? Will you be happy if he loses his pack? Will you be happy seeing him grieving for his dead pack members? "I am not like you who can not jump off the cliff for him even if he was doing everything for you." She rebutted, which hit me more than it seemed. "Then undo the curse, I promise to give him to you. Please undo the curse." She stared at me and softly smiled. "I cannot undo the curse

It was like he wanted me to say that so he could do what he wanted. “But first I am going to give your father one last chance to help me summon Seff, and if he does then I will allow you to be yourself, but if he refuses he will die too, and I still will get what I want,” he said looking at Nathaniel. “How do I break the curse?” he said waiting for him to respond. “Oh you aren't going to tell me are you?” he smirked. “Well I guess the torture could start,” he said grabbing me by my hair and tossing me to the ground. “Chain her down, we’re going to have some fun,” he growled at the two Lycans approaching me.

sera looked at her with a very angry hatred and said to her what the curse did I do to you How did you bring me here and what exactly do you want from me I knew you weren't just a dream I knew you'd get used to and I'm ready for this comeback since I first saw you in my sleep Or I could I say when I went into my sleep and talked to him, now tell me what the curse do you want from me and how do you bring me that way here, didn't I tell you that I'm not one of the people that someone else controls, what exactly do you want, damn, looked at her and smiled hard and said to her: Is that how you thank you? He banged your ear I pulled him out of the place where Ayden was torturing you and he was go

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

She ran her index finger along Sienna’s face and continued, “You; my Luv never died…” What Serena said made sense to Sienna. Rubbing her forehead, she muttered, “I never felt like I died either… technically I don’t know what death feels like but it just felt like me when I found myself here… I felt cold, lonely, and claustrophobic…” Serena was impressed by her analysis and decided to give her a bit of more information. “When Alaric refused my proposal three years ago, I was furious. So, I cursed him.” Walking around Sienna in circles, she continued, “Eventually, I realized that he won’t be mine even if his mate died. So, I twisted the curse so that his mate is trapped in my prison.”

Damon interrupted and almost at the same time, Ruth stood up and left me on the floor. I turned to stand up and face him but Damon was already on my side. “You know why your curse wouldn’t work? That’s because I own hell myself. It’s time I let you get that same death that you wished for” he said and smirked at me. It was an evil smirk and I knew he had a devilish plan set aside. I watched as two hefty men walked into the house towards my direction. “That’s her. Take her back to base 9 and according to the rule, you know what to do before you eliminate her” What!

"Luxuria, if you ever need someone to talk to or just... a friend, I'm here. Don’t hesitate to reach out." I managed a nod, though my thoughts were still tangled in the pages of the book. "Thank you, Zendaya." She smiled warmly and stepped out, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The silence that followed was almost a relief. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. Turning back to the table, I pulled out the book and hastily opened the pages. "Should the symptoms persist, it is said that the curse might—" I eagerly flipped to the next page and, to my greatest dismay... It was gone. The page was nowhere to be found.

His lips moved with purpose, claiming me, and when he tugged my hair lightly, a soft whimper escaped my throat. He pulled back, leaving me breathless, my chest heaving as I struggled to anchor myself. His lips brushed my jaw, soft and deliberate, trailing a path that sent shivers through me. “Sweetheart,” he murmured against my skin, his voice a dark promise, “you can’t reject me. It’s the curse.” My eyes widened, my breath catching as his words sank in. The curse. Whispers of the Shadow Claw pack’s dark legacy flooded my mind—tales of a bloodline bound by an ancient magic, their marks unbreakable, their mates fated to be consumed.