Narnia Cursed Fanfic Novels & Stories

“He was still there, the real Ian. The one I know and love. The man who would have paid my bride price. That’s who I kissed. That’s who I gave myself to in body and name, and maybe you don’t understand it and can’t fathom why this is so important to me, but you’re right. I’m a shifter from the Deadlands. I’m a daughter of the tribes. That was sacred, and I took it, selfishly, knowing there was no future for us anymore. When he rejected me, it felt like I was dying. It still does. But I will gladly die here, in this bed, knowing he has a fucking chance at coming home.” “You’re acting insane. You have to let me help you. If you’re truly this ill, it needs to be dealt with. My Aunt Marianna wen

Arachne's gaze swept across the forest, as if ensuring we were alone. "You're entangled in a web of fate, Amara. A web that threatens to destroy everything." I sat up, my heart racing. "What do you mean?" Arachne's expression turned grave. "Alexander is bound to Aria by a centuries-old curse. A curse that will destroy him, and everyone he loves." My mind reeled. "What curse?" Arachne's voice dropped to a whisper. "The Curse of Lucifer. Aria's family made a pact with the fallen angel, trading their souls for power."

The problem with magic was that it never lied. I could pretend all I wanted that the kiss in the Aurelian gardens hadn’t rattled me, that the fire bleeding from her skin hadn’t sparked against my veins like kindling, but the truth kept burning through. Every rune I inked, every sigil I carved into parchment, shifted under my hand until the strokes resembled her name. Nora. My curse and my obsession.

“You will have to if you want your curse lifted. Zarah and Alexander are working hard to find the cure or spell to break it. But she had a theory. Just a theory because nothing had happened like this before.” “What’s the theory?” “It sounds absurd, but maybe a one true love kiss can break the curse.” She put her plate down and laughed— one big belly laugh without the care who could hear her or I might scold her. “I’m not sleeping beauty, alpha.” “Will you stop calling me alpha?” “It just sounds fun because it suits you. You’re a scary big bad wolf who barks orders around here.” I breathed through my nose and emptied the glass. “This is a serious matter, Nirvana.”

"My Prince, you are awake.. What happened, I heard a loud thud and I rushed in to see you sprawled on the floor.. Are you okay?" I stated at him and back at myself... I am cursed but I am different.. I have been cursed since I was an infant and my cure is a Sheba but I am different now because she is my cure and she has healed me. Sarafina. "I think I have my memories back, Khan" * * *

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

“But one of them will take it.” My stomach twisted violently. The stranger stepped forward aggressively. “She is mine.” “No,” Darius said. “No,” Kael snapped. “No,” Kaden snarled. Their voices clashed in the air like weapons. Damon’s smile widened. “And you wonder why the curse grows stronger. Three bonds pulling her apart.” The corridor lights flickered. The air vibrated. My chest tightened unbearably. I gasped, grabbing the wall. The curse writhed inside me, twisting and knotting like tangled wires sparking with heat.

"Oh darling. Even if you weren't looking for trouble, trouble will still find you because you are cursed." I looked up to her, my teeths itching to speak. "Oh don't fucking look at me like that. Do you think it's normal for a girl to be madly in love with her brother and want to badly have sex with him? You may think it's sexy but I am telling you now that it's only happening because you are cursed and the sooner you accept it, the better it will be for you." I could hear the mummurs in the crowd and I loathed every sound of it. It itched my body, making me to want to run to a corner and hide.

He stumbles back, gaping at me. "What are you doing?" I snap. "I'm sorry. I'm out of my mind." He turns away, digging his hands into his hair. "You are," I gasp back, unable to reign back my surprise. "Don't forget, Carran, the curse still runs rampant. You failed your end of the deal, and the fact that you think it's okay to come in here and declare attraction for me is insane." "We are resolving the curse issue," he assures me, although him and I both know he is lying. "We will figure it out shortly, but trust me, Sire being back would cause more problems then it would fix."

"When he finally woke up, he came straight to the cave site. Told us we had to stop." "Stop what?" Rowan asked. "Stop searching. Stop hoping. Stop trying to bring Arabella back." Nathan's voice cracked. "Because the more we want her—the more we reach for her—the more the curse feeds on that desire. And the more she suffers." Damian went still. Completely, utterly still. "The curse," he repeated. His voice was hollow. "It feeds on desire," Nathan said quietly. "On wanting. On reaching for something and being unable to have it. Every moment we spend hoping for Arabella's return, every prayer, every desperate thought—we're giving it power. We're keeping her trapped."