Onix Curse Novels & Stories

It was always going to be some incurable disease. But if this person existed, if someone had truly broken the curse, did that mean Oscar didn't have to die? "Don't go down that road," Caleb said as he set the magnifying glass aside. "If this turns out to be real, Draconox needs to start preparing for war." His voice carried a gravity Oscar had never heard before. Caleb continued, "Right now, the entire Draconox medical team is working to crack the Archon curse. And this person apparently already did it and never said a word to us. I don't need to explain what that implies, do I?"

It was as though they could sense the weight of what I carried. “What have you found, Jho?” Uncle Jayden asked, his voice steady but lined with tension. I stepped forward, unfolding the parchment and laying it on the table. “The curse is real,” I began, my voice strong despite the knot in my throat. “It ties back to an ancient Alpha of Crescent Moon who defied the Goddess. The curse has lingered through the bloodline, and now... it’s taken root in Luna Tilly.” Crescent Moon’s Luna’s face paled, and Beta Trent placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. “What does it say?” Luna Tilly asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took out my phone from my breast pocket, dialing a number I had sworn to keep off—the number of the woman who had foreseen this curse and had told it to my father and his father before him. The elders would have to wait for now. If there was another way to heal the land of this curse, I would gladly do it—without losing myself. My hands almost dialed the line. When I felt the pressure from my skull, I slammed my hands on the table. The guards gathered around, confusion on their faces. The curse was already settling in, and it wasn’t even a full moon. I grabbed my keys from the table, pretending that my body wasn't on fire while I spoke.

There was a big fish picture on the menu, and for some reason, my eyes were stuck on it, and I could not get over it. “There's something about this picture.” I muttered, staring deeply at the picture. Nyx leaned in to look at it, and she locked in her eyes with the picture, but she was also void of what was going on. “It's just a big fish on a large paperback, with MC written on it?” She muttered. “No.” I shook my head, trying hard to figure out what it was, but my head wasn't bringing it to place. “Merrow!” I growled. “Fucking Merrow's curse!”

“Yes. They marry women like us to give them first sons. The moment we have a son for them, the curse goes to him and he can only be cured when he's of age, married, and with a son. The curse is passed to his son and this way, it goes on and on and on. It cannot be stopped or erased.” I chuckled. “Is this a joke?” “No, Lady Eleanor. If you didn't get pregnant for Aegon, he probably would die before now. Alpha Knox is not married but there are drugs, medications, and supplements that keep him hale. Although he's sick most of the time and he remains the strongest because somehow, this curse gives us the strength we use to go for deadly wars.” Saying this, she asked. “Do you understand now, my l

“Say it again.” Tara hesitated briefly, then repeated the words: “The curse of the witch will bring endless pain and sorrow to the Lycans’ bloodline. Only the blood of the one bathed in ox blood can break the curse and bring peace to the dead souls of Ozuna.” My jaw clenched. Every time I heard that damned prophecy, it burned something deeper inside me. This curse had haunted my family for generations. It had ruined everything; our power and control over our wolves, our sanity, everything.

“Then we begin. Let no one know of this. It stays between us. If the council gets word of this!.The shame falls on our house.” ——— The next day unannounced Marisa arrived at Blackmoon pack house. Through the SUV’s Window she looked at the property in awe and excitement. “Once Damian marries me and forms the alliance… we will use my weapon to shatter Silvermoon pack. And if he resist’s me…” She smirked coldly “The same blade will destroy him”. She stepped out of her car. Touched her bag. Feeling the blade she smiled. The secret weapon.A cursed Relic stolen from Silvermoon’s old ruins.

His thumb caressed my lower lip in an act so gentle and intimate that my heart fluttered, “I want you, and I will have you. You will not reject me or the bond. I won’t allow it, little wolf, not for a fucking second.” Those ugly insecurities Orion had planted in my head shuddered, voicing their doubt. “You’ll change your mind, eventually.” Rather than grow angry, Azrael flashed me a lopsided grin, but it was marred by the obsessive intensity burning within his eyes. “How do you think I’ve managed to stay dedicated to breaking a thousand-year-old curse? I do not give up on the things that I want, not ever. Lunette is the Goddess I serve, but you—you are mine.”

“Ronan. Late again.” The boy shrugged lazily. “Only cowards and obedient pets arrive early.” A few gasps filled the room, but Mistress Kyenna just sighed and let it go. That was when his eyes shifted, and landed on me. Everything stopped. His gaze locked with mine, and I felt my breath hitch, it wasn't from fear, neither from attraction. But something deeper or let me say ancient. Then I caught a scent which was extremely strong and sudden. Like pine and smoke and earth right after rain.

"It's not something I really want to think about." Christopher turned the box over in his hand. "Well, it's something you should," he stated. "I'm not sure how much Sawyer has told you, but as a part of the curse, it's said that if he can't find his mate and the bond fails, Sawyer and the girl who is with him on that night will burn to death under the red moon."