Onix Curse Novels & Stories

he counters softly, “I take back what you were never strong enough to keep.” The room fractures into sides. Into lines. Into inevitability. --- Ronan steps into the doorway. Breathing hard. Blood on his hands. War at his back. Everything—everything—in front of him. Me. Jax. Malric. The pup. The pack. The throne. This is it, I realize. Not the war. Not the blood. This. The curse rises—loud, screaming, undeniable. Not a whisper anymore. A sentence. --- Choose. Not a plea.

I don’t know what will happen next, but at least I can try to make her morning special. I stood up and looked at the first floor, where my sister was still sleeping. She and Adolphus were the reason that the whole pack was saved last night. Before that final and powerful howl, there was no strength left in my body because of the poison. But that combined howl coming from Aurora and Onyx not only blasted the hidden strength in our nerves but also urged us to yield the maximum strength from the moon. All the poisoned mated wolves mated and marked each other the last night again, breaking the curse that was about to kill them all.

"I know. Yeah, She was the one who placed the curse. But when she helped me she never knew that I was Orions's mate and that Alex and Xandra were his babies." Orion was pacing the room now. "Well, Nyx isn't here. Even if she was. she knows who we are now, she will never help us." He rubbed the back of his neck. "We have to look for a solution?" "How? We don't even know where to begin. If we are going to break the curse. Does anyone know any witch that is as powerful as Nyx? Gabriel asked.

“Ahhh, fine! Fine! Whatever. If you don’t want to tell me who he is, just say so~” Nexus laughed, softer now, like wind chimes in the desert dusk. But then, he leaned in again, as though sharing the punchline of the universe. “He’s a powerful wolf spirit who will call himself Theo a few years from now.” All of a sudden, the world around her trembled—like an old filmstrip glitching between frames. Nexus’s warm, serene smile began to fade, like sunlight sinking into water. The shrine, the sky, the sand beneath her—all of it peeled away, pixel by pixel, memory by memory.

"Sorry but Master Ned's Parents have strictly instructed us not to allow anybody by that name in." "Please allow me to meet him once or give me his contact number."The gate was slammed against her as if forever.. Nancy hardly realised that she had been standing in front of the mirror undressing herself .Her hands automatically went towards the balls of flesh hanging below the collar bones .She felt that somebody had placed a one tonne weight on both of them.She wondered how it feels like to be smothered and caressed by male hands.She pulled them by their tips to relieve them from some burden.She was pressing them really hard .She never knew that one day her hormones would play this dirty ga

The son, actually. Kieran. Alpha of Moonveil. Coincidentally, The second man involved in the curse. Now, I just had to find her. The curse was already at work, I could feel it. But this time, I had no idea how our story would play out. That terrified me. "Alpha?" I blinked, returning to the present. One of my men looked at me expectantly. "What’s our next target?" My gaze dropped to the map. We’d been exerting pressure, pushing the hands of the large packs through sustained attacks and raids.

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.

This would be my last year alive, there was no escaping it now. I have accepted death, I mean we all would die one day but what I did not accept and what I feared was what would happen before I die, I was cursed to feel torture, the kind that could drive my to madness and eventually death possibly by my own hands, I have tried myy best to find my mate, the woman who break my curse and gives me succor, since I would not smell her and feel the mate bond towards her the only hope was to impregnate her as only my true mate would be able to carry my child but it is obvious that I am doomed and despite years of searching and numerous women I have slept with I still could not find her, I also looke

she asked and Orion nodded and glanced at me and I smiled a little smile and nodded. "You Orion, born from Aurora, will be cursed and gifted to Willow's bloodline. You can never hurt anyone that has this blood without you dying yourself. You will remain safe and still in time until your mate is born and she will accept you as you are. But if you ever betray her in anyway you will suffer the consequenses of the entire bloodline of the earth and sun." Dahlia then said some words and took Orion's hand and cut his palm and let his blood drip into the bowl and made Orion drink some of it when I noticed Willow standing there with the children.