Shrek Cursed Novels & Stories

"It is quite a shame. You want me to break a curse on you when I didn't place one on you?" "Excuse me? I'm confused. You didn't have a curse on me?" Tristan questioned. "Yes," she replied. "You didn't place a curse on me? Does that mean I am no longer hated?" He asked. "No," she replied curtly. "No, I am no longer hated or no I am still hated, which is it?" He asked for clarification. "You are still hated by your pack members and still known as the worst werewolf alive," she answered him. The skin between Tristan brows creased in confusion. "What do you mean moon goddess? You said you didn't place a curse on me yet I am hated? How? Do you mind explaining to me?"

The world outside looked like a cottage core dream. Selena turned around and grimaced. The shrine—her cursed assignment—was still gloomier than a tax office, with thunderclouds coiling ominously above it like it had committed several felonies. And the worst part? The storm was exclusive. It hovered only above the shrine, like nature itself had obvious favoritism.

No, they’re more interested in the tension between me and my father—a tension that has been growing to the breaking point lately. But I don’t care about the tension. I’m more concerned about the things my parents keep from me. Like the war. Shifters have been blessed from the beginning, free to connect with their true spirits of the wild. Wyres on the other hand… We have a legend that a Wolf Shifter once p*ssed off a witch, resulting in him and his entire pack being cursed. Chained to the lunar cycles. A human’s legend turned into reality with a single spell for centuries.

"I sensed that, It will be my honor if I could help you." Sabrina replied. "I want to break the curse" Serenity said and Sabrina frowned. "What changed your mind?" She asked. "I was blinded with rage when I cursed him... Didn't realize that poor girl will suffer in all this... I don't know what happened to me, when I saw Nicolai lifeless I just lost it. I wanted to destroy the whole world... I think he has suffered enough because of it, I don't want to take it forward any longer..."

Elara pressed her hands to the dirt, golden light fading, whispering to herself: “I will survive… even if it kills me.” The thread pulsed one last time before dawn fully broke, reminding her that the curse had begun its work. And that Kael, the Dark Prince, was closer than ever.

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

"Indeed, you're my daughter. My most beloved one too. Thereby I won’t let you go for a man who’s unworthy to be called your alpha. And closely resembling your mother, and personality and attitude like mine, you should know exactly my plan. We’re going to ward off both bad luck with one blow. These two unlucky souls will become one and go far far away from my kingdom after this last encounter." Juniper was smiling wickedly. “They won’t ever be seen ever again. Even when there’s special event going on, I won’t even invite them. I will just pretend that the letter got lost along the way,” sneered King Leonardo. He then laughed loudly as he was finally able to get rid of his curse and the ominou

she ordered, voice tight, leading the way toward the stronghold. She did not look back. The Truth About the Curse The infirmary smelled of blood and herbs. The elderly healer, a frail but keen-eyed wolf named Vella, worked swiftly, her hands sure as she sewed up the gash in Derek's side and poured healing tonics down his throat. It was not enough. The knife Ronan had wielded was not just any knife-it had been tainted with something dark. The curse that was carved into Derek's skin seemed to throb like a living thing, sending black veins snaking outward from the wound.

Kairo glared at her and begrudgingly nodded, remembering that Alesteria still recalls what he was before. It was clearer than he would have liked. "Yes. I met a guy who has a curse on him." "What kind of curse?" Alesteria asked curiously. "The vampire one." Kairo replied as he closes his eyes and snapped his fingers, trying to recall what the name of the curse was. "I think it was the one that started with an S?" Alesteria hummed, her eyes looking down as she fell into a deep thought, trying to recall all the curses she knows that starts with S.

“You can have all of them if you wish, Mr billionaire,” Laura Emerson commented, “you are disgusting, Kenny. You know very well Luke is not into these kinds of.....” she was abruptly interrupted by Kenny, "Don’t worry, I have treats for you too, look behind you," Laura was reluctant to look, but out of curiosity, he took a sneak peek and notice two muscular men scantily dressed with oily, shiny skin. Laura diverted her gaze sharply and uttered “eeww,” under her breath.