Narnia Cursed Fanfic Novels & Stories

, he holds my arm, his grip on my arm tightens. "All these started because of her. And mum thought I was bluffing when I said I would prove I am cut from her cloth. You are not marrying her. I will marry Aiden and put his family in check. You are not ruining your happiness for mine. This is my fate. My fate is already cursed. I will marry my mate. We don't let go. We hold grudges for centuries, remember?", I remove his hand from mine and walk upstairs, ignoring the stares they give to me. *******

It got messy, us outnumbered now, one of my guys screaming as he fell, blood everywhere, me yelling, "Truce! Call truce before we all die!" He held up a hand, his men stopping, ours too, panting heavy, "Truce? You attack me and want truce?" I sheathed my sword, "Talk, in private, or we finish this." He nodded grudging, "Fine, my chamber, you, your betas, and... him," glaring at Areum. We followed, me keeping close to Areum, whispering, "Stay sharp." In the room, door shut, just us, Niki, Jace, Areum, and the alpha, tension thick, him sitting like he still had power, "Speak." I leaned on the table, "I know the truth, you sent Areum disguised as a woman instead of Elara, cursed me further or w

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

“I want to hear you fall apart again.” I rode his fingers desperately, head thrown back, messy dark hair sticking to my damp forehead. When he finally replaced them with his cock, sinking in with one brutal thrust, I cried out loud enough for the house to echo it back. He fucked me right there on the altar deep, possessive strokes that rocked the ancient stone. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, the bond singing between us. My power stirred again. Green light flickered faintly in my veins. Silas groaned as if he felt it too, hips stuttering. “What are you, Ashe?” he growled, teeth grazing my throat. “You make the curse… quiet.”

The sickening sound of bones fracturing accompanied his growl, sending a jolt of pure terror through me. My head snapped towards Malachi, my heart seizing in my chest, a cold dread gripping me. The wildness was taking hold, its insidious influence undeniable. "Leave. Now!" Caspian barked, his voice strained, clearly battling the encroaching darkness. No! This couldn't be happening. It shouldn't be. The curse should have been broken. The ritual had been performed, the prophecy fulfilled. They had confirmed that I was their true mate, their bond meant to sever this very curse.

I’ll run barefoot until I can change into my plain clothes in the forest. “Ruby?” Nancy says quietly. Another sob nearly escapes my throat, but I quell it and look at Nancy with as much strength as I can muster. “She said she’s going to sleep with him. I didn’t believe her at first, but… I had a vision of them together.” Nancy gasps. “But you’ve been able to change the outcome of your visions before,” she says. “Go stop them!” I shake my head. Tears start to roll down my cheeks. “I’m done,” I reply. “I’m not going to risk dying from this curse or being killed by whoever killed Marisa Elder for a man who would have feelings for someone else.”

“But all you’ve done is awaken the curse in its full power.” Sophia shook her head. “We were trying to end it, to protect our family.” Nathan laughed darkly. “Protect? You’ve done the opposite. The curse feeds on betrayal, and by trusting me—your supposed ally—you’ve sealed your fate.” Clara stepped forward, her small frame trembling but resolute. “You’re wrong. The curse can be broken. Eleanor said it’s about love and unity.” Nathan sneered. “Naive child. Love won’t save you.”

“Declared himself a god to the entire realm. Said the curse was the dying breath of a jealous hag. He stood on the altar, blood still dripping from his claws, and shouted, ‘Let all who breathe kneel before me. I am the Alpha of all. I am divinity.’ And we believed him. Or… we tried to.” I looked over, my jaw tightening as the memory clawed its way back. “But the curse… the curse didn’t need years or rituals to take root. It worked immediately. Two nights later, I found him curled in his chamber, convulsing. Blood foaming from his mouth. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even howl. His flesh…” I paused and swallowed hard. “His flesh peeled off in chunks. His fur sloughed like wet parchment. His eye

Yet the twin’s invitation was intoxicating, an embrace of power that threatened to swallow her whole. With a breath that trembled on the edge of surrender, Nyra leaned in. Her lips met the twin’s, a clash of hot kiss and cold shadow, mingling flesh and magic in a final, desperate embrace. Their tongues tangled, drawing secrets from each other: the curse, the legacy, the promise of dominion. As their bodies moved together, Nyra felt the ancient blood stir within her, tendrils of power she had only glimpsed before. It roared to life now, unrestrained, unholy.

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.