Sasuke Cursed Novels & Stories

Kael felt his body trembling, the darkness inside him screaming as it began to break apart. “I don’t know how to live without it,” he whispered. She smiled. “Then learn. For me.” Her light flared. Kael’s roar echoed through the heavens, a sound that was half pain, half release. The shadows burst outward from him like shattered glass. Every scream of the gods was drowned beneath that explosion of light and darkness entwining — breaking, unbinding, freeing. The curse screamed one final time before it snapped. And then — silence. Kael fell to his knees, gasping, smoke curling from his hands. His body was his again — scarred, bleeding, trembling — but his.

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.

"That's really romantic and really depressing." "I contain multitudes." Despite everything, I laughed. God, I loved him. "Kade?" "Yeah?" "If we don't make it—" "Don't." His voice was fierce. "Don't say goodbye. Not yet." I nodded. "Okay. No goodbyes." Then the curse pulsed. I gasped, doubling over. Pain lanced through my chest, sharp and burning. Worse than before. "Sera!" Kade caught me as my legs gave out. "It's spreading faster," I managed. "The curse—"

“Your Seraphin blood—it’s gonna let me walk in the sun again. Power no lord’s touching.” My gut twists, the link tugging, Jude’s heartbeat weak, like a candle in a storm. A vision hits—Jude digging through rubble, Akira’s spear slashing, blood on his hands as he yells my name, voice breaking. I yank the chains, pain roaring in my shoulders, blood dripping onto the stone, sizzling on the runes. “You ain’t touching him,” I say, voice rough, the curse burning but Jude’s face in my head—his kiss, his arms tight around me—keeping me going. “He’s coming for me. You’re fucked.”

“Mother hated you. Father left because of you. You’re nothing but a curse. Everyone who touches you suffers.” Serena’s knees buckled. “Stop.” The child bared tiny teeth. “Kill yourself before you kill them too.” --- The air grew colder. The three illusions closed in, circling her, their voices overlapping, drilling into her skull. “Rule with me.” “Sacrifice yourself.” “You are the curse.” Serena clutched her head, shadows spilling from her skin like leaking smoke. Her wolf howled within, maddened. She staggered, breath ragged, until a ripple of movement caught her eye.

His breath hitched, sharp and ragged, his fingers digging into me. He tore his mouth from my throat, panting against my neck. “No—no, no—” His voice was frantic, terrified, hungry, overwhelmed. “It’s sweet. It’s sweet. I haven’t—Asa, I haven’t tasted sweetness in a century—” I cupped his face. “Look at me.” He did. And when his eyes met mine, something in them shattered. The curse. The century of blood turned to ash. The torment that came after killing Zenaida.

“And now look at me… bleeding in the woods, half-naked, accused of rape by the sister of my best friend…” I stiffened. “Tabitha lied.” “I know.” “Then why…” “Because I’m cursed!” he shouted, voice echoing through the trees. “I’m cursed, Lila. And everyone around me either dies, betrays me, or runs from me.” I stared at him, heart breaking. “I didn’t run,” I said quietly. He looked up, his expression unreadable. “I’m still here.” His lips parted, like he wanted to say something. Then suddenly, his whole body tensed. He grunted in pain, his hand clenching at his side again. Blood pooled faster now.

And that's the only legacy he has left. Luan looked at the old woman's hand. At her yellow eyes. At the grief hidden behind them. She took it. Teach me, she said. Sera smiled. First lesson, she said. The curse isn't a curse. It's a cage. And cages can be broken. How? Sera looked at the moon. Full in four days. You have to want to live more than you want to die. Luan thought of Cass. Of his letter. Of his blood on her lips. I do, she said. Then let's begin.

he stood right in front of him and glared, “Do you have any fucking idea who you tried to make a deal with and brought to this disastrous situation where those two are fighting so that half of the Blackpine Forest has been turned barren?” Silas slowly lifted his shaking eyes to the side to see the two curtains with different bloodline marks. He recognized Seraphina’s at once but the second one gave him a panic attack. Ashe’s bloodline curtain. The ash gray light coming from the other curtain slowly took over the entire ruin like poison. “W-what kind of energy is that?” he shakingly looked at Aran. “A curse,” Aran revealed. Silas’s heart dropped. “H-he possesses a curse?! “

The scarred leader studied my face, my stance, the line of Ronan’s shoulder just behind mine. “You’re her,” he said. I tilted my head. “You’re going to have to be more specific,” I said. “There are a lot of ‘hers’ I’ve been lately.” His mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. Not a smile. “The cursed human,” he said. “The one who broke it.” A rustle went through his wolves at the word cursed. Old fear, old stories. I kept my expression neutral. “I was cursed,” I said. “Once. I’m not anymore. That’s the point.”