Narnia Cursed Fanfic Novels & Stories

He then walked to the desk, where he had placed his book, and began flipping through the pages. "Here," he said, tapping his finger on a specific page. I crouched down to read the faint letters. "The Royal Curse of Narcissa. The first royalty to possess the blood of a werewolf and a mythological creature. Narcissa is considered a forbidden fruit, and her existence is a curse. The royalty was killed at the age of 18." I raised my eyebrows at Marcelo, who was waiting for a shocked reaction from me. However, I remained expressionless. Marcelo spoke again, "This Royal curse is connected to Aria."

Kael’s smile faded as he turned away. He made his way down the winding corridor toward the Seer's quarters. Elder Naro lay weak, barely a breath left in his lungs. The old man opened his eyes when Kael stepped in. “Elder,” Kael called first as Naro stood up slowly. “You waited long,” Naro rasped. “The curse,” Kael said. “It’s worsening.” “You already know why.” Elder Naro rebutted, staring at him. “I want no mate, Naro.”

Annabelle queried, her expression thoughtful. "Cursing someone is a pretty insane reaction to a breakup if you ask me. And when the person you're cursing is the King of Werewolves, she's practically starting war between the two species." Annabelle closed the spell book that she's reading and sighed. There was nothing useful in that book unless you want to learn the different ways of extracting poison from tropical plants. The boys gaped in surprise at her statement. Having grown up with Nari almost all their lives, they had merely thought that Nari was overreacting at not finding the matebond with Romeo. However, looking from Annabelle's perspective, Nari's curse can be construed as an attac

“The prophecy’s crux lies ahead. But first, you must face the truth of your bond.” Aria and Caden exchanged a glance, uncertainty flickering between them. The seer’s gaze pierced them, unyielding. “Only through unity can you break the curse and save the child. Fail, and all will be lost.” The ground trembled again, and a hidden door yawned open at the cavern’s far end, revealing a path shrouded in darkness. The seer’s form began to fade, her final words lingering in the air. “Go now. The loyalists will not be deterred for long.”

“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. ***

I press a hand there like I can hold my heart together by force. “The Lyovles’ choice determines the speed, not the outcome.” “All beings gone, only to be saved when a single generation who bears the curse is wiped out.” I slam the book shut. The sound echoes too loud in the room. “No,” I whisper again, shaking my head. “No, no, no.” The rumors can't be right! How am I a curse? I've never had any curse like feeling. How would someone cursed behave? Do they constantly take hidden stashes of candies and find Ethics classes boring?

It was exhausting, frightening, and undeniably alive. Kael’s voice was low, almost a growl. “The curse does not forgive. It does not relent. And it hungers for what it cannot have… which, for the first time, may be something it cannot control: you.” Elara’s pulse raced. Fear, desire, and defiance tangled together, and she realized that every moment near him, every heartbeat shared through the bond, pulled her deeper into the unknown. She was not just surviving the curse—she was living it, breathing it, entwined in a power that was older than the keep, older than the kingdom itself.

None of it mattered at the moment, and only her and the fact that the curse should have taken her the moment my bare fingers met her skin. A surge of frustration went through me, and my gaze immediately snapped to the nearest Silverwood soldier, and without hesitation, I grabbed his arm to prove I was cured. He erupted in a burst of unnatural fire, too fast and too violent. His scream was cut short as his body collapsed into a heap of charred bone and ash before it even hit the ground. The curse still lived in me, but not for her. What the hell is this? I turned back to Selene with my jaw locked at the defiance still glittering in her stupid eyes. Even now, she stood there, unshaken, as if t

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

Images of the future vision flashed in my mind and the next thing I knew I was kneed by my mate holding his bloody form. My heart was tearing in my chest and I couldn’t breathe. “ No, babe”, my eyes blurred with tears “ please don’t do this to me, please stay with me.” “Please “, I placed my trembling hands on his open chest and closed my eyes, blocking every sound around me as I tried healing him. “ You can’t heal me Nora......the night is cursed. Your healing powers won’t work” his voice was low and flitting. I flipped my eyes open and gazed into his eyes. His eyes were losing the light in them and he tried to smile but ended up coughing out blood.