Rika Curse Novels & Stories

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

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."

At that moment, she can see that there was a golden flame burning in her iris. "I hope Geon explained to you at least something, so it makes it a lot easier for me." The demon and the girl agreed to the head simultaneously. "All right, i'm going to go For the most part, it should be in Delfine's diaries, she devoted almost half of her life to learning about the Curse of the Carmesm. How it started and, before she died, she was trying to figure out how it would end.

she bitterly smiled, “so my desire is my origin. What's with my parents, the ancestors, the ancient? What cause this suffering in my heart when I'm only want is live?” Her expression change greatly as she added, “Do I deserve it?” “Nonsense!” The voice vibrated, and the white fragment cause her pupils to shrink. “No one deserve such a thing. The curse is a price from the ancient, and it's nothing personal, lady.” Nuahanna shook violently. The white fragment came to her mind, causing her mind to spun. The way it spun, it revive the emotions in the deepest of her soul! Creeching, splashing and banging sounds filled her mind. Then the images so bright it daze her, and she vibrated herself. Her

Rhea’s POV “If you’re my curse, I’m the luckiest cursed son of a bitch in this whole universe” How deeply this sentence burned through me in the most vulnerable place within me cannot even be described in words. It touched the core of my heart and nestled itself in there forevermore. It lit a match of fire back into me and the impossible thing I told him would never happen, happened. Scattered dead pieces of me sparked back to life. Reborn again from his vows and promises to me.

Jacques. Several Ultara students had been hospitalized within a single week; this had broken the school record. Is there really a psychic vampire in our school? Ever since Jacques set foot in the Ultara Academy, students started losing consciousness for no reason. Could she be the cause? But something came to disagree with my hypothesis. If Jacques was a vampire, then I could have recognized her, but she smelled and looked human like everyone else. How could she be some kind of devil spawn? Maybe jealousy had clouded my mind. Maybe I should rest with the belief that I was just insane.

“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything. The connection is tangible. The sparks — electric. And her scent… it’s like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. Smoky vanilla—” “And lavender,” I finish. Realization crashes over him. “No.” The word chokes out. His face drains of color. He drags a hand through his long hair. “She’s… but… no. No, no, no. That’s not possible.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. We have the same mate. This has to be some twisted joke. Goddess… why? ———————————————————————————— Sebastian’s POV I am angry. No — I am raging.

Real fear. “Charlie—” I choked out, holding out a hand toward him, fingers trembling violently. “Don’t—don’t get close. I can’t—control—” But he ignored me. Of course he did. He pushed himself up, coughing, stumbling to his knees, then his feet. His eyes were bright with terror—but not of me. Of losing me. And that was somehow worse. He took a step forward. My entire body convulsed. The curse surged. My breath ripped out of me in a broken, strangled sound. The Wicked roared in my skull, clawing at my mind.

"What happened to the curse?" "Ah," the old man said, leaning forward, his eyes glinting in the firelight. "The curse was broken, of course. But it wasn’t done by magic alone. It was done through love, through understanding, and through choice. Cassia’s strength, her magic—it wasn’t just in her blood. It was in her heart. And when she chose to forgive, to let go of the past, that was when the magic of her lineage finally released her. She was free."

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......