Narnia Cursed Fanfic Novels & Stories

Inside his strong body was a miserable cursed alpha, who desperately needed help and direction to look for support. "I'm talking to you," he repeated his action more aggressively this time. "You are cursed!" I wasn’t cussing at him; I knew from his condition that he wasn't well. I lifted my face and our eyes met, he looked shocked. The anger and content he once had on his face was replaced with amusement and shock. The silence was broken when I had gathered enough strength to proceed with what I meant. "You want the seer to get the answers behind your condition. You want the seer to tell you what your future holds for you, that will you ever be able to escape this curse." I mumbled while not

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

The only way to go about this was to seal the child's wolf so that he may grow to be ordinary— nothing more. No bastard was going to carry on his lineage, especially not a child that belonged to his most prominent foe. Greyson inhaled profoundly, and the process began. A bubble of lightning surrounded him and the child as he fluttered his eyes shut and chanted the spell to activate the curse. The space was illuminated by bright blue light that permeated from his cursed energy. It swirled around them as his lips moved faster, faintly whispering the curse to seal the child's wolf.

He finishes with a smirk and there comes that feeling again that makes tears burn in my eyes and cause terror in my heart. “You're lying; Vance promises he won't hurt me.” My lips quiver as I say those words loudly, and I don't even even believe them. He sneers. “Think about it, princess; your fate is to one day kill him. Now, Vance has tasted immortality and wealth, he has tasted power and authority; do you think he's going to let some girl get in the way of that? Trust me, Vance can get any girl that he wants.” He sighs and turns his back to me. “During the first century of being cursed, we weren't sure who was going to become our doom, so Damien and I got rid of our mates; however, Vance

Elysia took a shaky step back, her gaze darting around the forest as if searching for an escape. "Royal, you need to leave," she pleaded, her voice tinged with urgency. "It's not safe for you here. None of this is safe." "No," I replied firmly, my determination overriding any fear that threatened to consume me. "I won't leave you, Elysia. Not when I don't know what's going on." She shook her head, her eyes welling with tears. "You don't understand. The curse...I didn't know but, it's tied to you, to your child, to Chase. It seeks to devour everything close to you. You must go before it's too late."

Her brow furrowed in concentration; her mind fully immersed in the ancient words that danced across the page. "The curse, cast by Selene's hand," Lucy's voice trembled, as if she herself could feel the weight of that fateful moment, "bound The Lycan Lord to an eternal struggle, cast to the underworld awaiting someone to summon him." The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of an unending torment that echoed through the ages. The thought of such suffering, of being eternally ensnared in the clutches of despair, stirred an ache deep within my chest.

The beginning of a fear that would only grow. Darius shifted closer. His hand came up to her neck, his thumb tracing the spot just below her ear. The spot where a claiming bite would go. His touch was feather-light. Barely there. But it burned all the same. "I would burn this kingdom to the ground," he whispered, "if it meant I could make you mine." Aria's breath caught. And somewhere deep in the castle, in a room full of ancient books and older secrets, Seraphina Ravencrest lit a candle and opened a journal that hadn't been touched in three hundred years. Because the girl was stronger than expected. And the curse was running out of time.

"Please… there has to be more.” Just when she might have thought all hope was lost, once more the book flared into life. A single line, right across the page, in bold glowing letters read: "When the cursed stone awakens, so too shall you." The words seared themselves into her mind, and then, just as suddenly, the book released her. Ariana stumbled back, clutching her hand and gasping for air. Her heart pounded, weighted down by the knowledge. Somehow, she knew that breaking the curse meant so much more than she had ever imagined. But before she could dwell on it, she felt the world slipping away, her vision blurring as exhaustion claimed her.

I shuddered to think what would happen if the curse took hold with the three of us still fractured. But gazing into Jayden's eyes, I saw a fiery determination that ignited my own resolve. Failure was not an option. For the sake of our future, for the life blossoming within me, we would find a way to shatter this curse. Jayden and I against the world - our love would conquer all. .... Jayden's POV Sleep evaded me once again as I lay restless in bed, the ominous glow of Ella's pendant haunting my thoughts. The pulsating red light was a grave warning - the ancient curse that lingered over us was gaining strength, threatening to consume us in its malevolent grip.

Whatever fragile hope of peace this meeting was meant to build is gone, crumbling like ash between my fingers. All that’s left are wolves glaring at me with murder in their eyes. All that’s left is the bond thrumming louder than ever, wild and undeniable, reminding me with every breath that Ronan Draven’s life is mine and mine is his. The last sound that cuts through the chaos, through the whispers and growls and the pounding in my ears, is a single word rolling like thunder across both packs: “Cursed.” It doesn’t matter who says it first. It doesn’t matter who echoes it after.