Narnia Cursed Fanfic Novels & Stories

Mars tells me they fight over me but it's nonsense Ardina is my girlfriend, and Celine is something that loves power and money nothing more She placed her head on my chest and took a deep breath, kissing her head I am well aware of the strength of my Mate .. and I don't care even if she is human, or weak, everything I care to hear her breath next to my ear every day To feel her love and concern for me, I honestly don't want anything else My priority lately is to find her father, who may be dead We are still in our first day..and this battle has been found. What is the curse of my flock?

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.

But this time I wont let him do that . “You would regret , Marcus “ he declared . “ U left with me no option .” I frustrated yelled at him . “ It’s the curse , its not my fault . U cant do this with me . I want my mate .” He yelled back . “ I don’t care Fire . I don’t . We are alpha and we need to think of pack . Before the curse changes you fully . “ I said trying to calm him down and reason him . And that’s when I heard him laughing maniacally . “Do u think , u can control me . Just few days and I would take over “ he said mockingly .Making me shock to the core . This wasn’t the Fire I knew . It’s the curse speaking again .

Trying to dodge the many fights that had broken, I became so focused on helping Gabriel that I became unaware of a cursed. The feeling of a jaw clamping around my ankle, had a scream bubbling in my chest before it was released catching the attention of the wolves. “Anna!” Screamed Gabriel. Falling to the floor with a loud thud, another scream fell from my lips as the cursed one began to shake my leg held tightly in its jaw. Bringing my other leg up, I slammed my foot down into the top of the cursed one's nose. It whimpered, causing its jaw to loosen enough for me to rip my leg away.

Her form turned to black smoke, her essence stripped into nothing but only two fragments: One: a spark of lightening, too small to light anything but too powerful to be extinguished. Two: A soul, bound and chained sealed for use. And then the child spoke the final line. “Laura. You will be wolfless. You will not receive our parents love. You will be alone. Your mate will leave you. And I will make sure you don’t live to fulfill your role in the prophecy.” The orb burned. “You will be hated by all those who love you now.” The child held up the photo of a girl her age. Silver hair and brown eyes. Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

I can feel it trying to settle. Trying to root itself. My wolf is already weakening under the pressure. But I keep pulling. One more. Just one more. The bond between father and son blazes so bright it feels like the whole temple is filled with lightning. Arin sobs. Darius is barely standing now. And I reach into that burning connection with both hands and tear the last fragment free. The final piece of the curse rips out of Darius like a storm breaking loose. And it slams straight into my chest.

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

' Her voice trembled, but she ground down, ass cheeks brushing my belly. I gripped her hips, vines allowing just enough, fingers tracing her crack. 'Yeah... gods, Tessa.' Suspense built with every roll, the curse fragments stirring, pulsing in time with our rhythm. I pressed a finger to her ass, circling the tight ring, pushing in slow with spit and will. She arched, gasping. 'More... bind us deeper.' The intrusion stretched her, my cock buried in her pussy, finger working her ass in tandem. Pleasure twisted dark, the vines glowing, magical energy sparking where we joined—blue light flickering, drawing out the curse's hold.

"Vivienne..." "I don't want to drink blood, you know," I said in a desperate voice. "but there is a part of me that wants to. The unquenchable thirst makes me feel less human. Right now, I can hear every beat of your heart; smell the intoxicating scent of your skin. The demons in me want to enslave me, I tried to suppress the urge, but it's still there like a curse!" "You don't have to fight the demons," Cammie said, "You own them. You live with them. They can't control you if you don't let them."

what other person took interest in healing rather than abusing? "Nesta!" My mother's voice echoed through the house and I knew I had to hurry. I hide the book under the mattress of my bed and hurry to change my clothes before hurrying out of my room. *** Tonight's sermon was rather dull. Just like they all were since Father Cassimir has taken residence here. You could hear the old gentlemen snore lightly in the background, while the man spoke about the power and anger and wrath of God. I'd snore too, but there was not way in hell sleeping during the sermon would help my cause in any way. I could see the way Father Cassimir would look at me every once in a while, his nasty green eyes scanning