The Cursed Heart Choices Novels & Stories

From the seal’s circle, a shadowy figure emerged — tall, white-haired, eyes hollow as black pits. Azrael had awakened. "Blood Heart… do you think you can choose your fate?" He stepped forward, each footfall passing through air. "You are only the remnant of a curse, born to end this cycle." Evelyn gripped the dagger, eyes blazing: "Maybe I cannot change destiny. But I can choose how I end it." --- At the same moment, deep within the Seraphim Fortress, Lucien hung suspended in silver chains, the chamber flooded with holy light. Each time the light touched his skin, red smoke hissed, and his roars shook the walls.

“A very, very small chance.” She pulled the book from the shelf with a soft grunt of effort and returned, settling onto her stool. Her expression was intensely grave. “Understand this, Cassius. The curse is a death sentence. That is a certainty. This ritual is merely a chance to choose a different death, with the slimmest hope of survival. Are you willing to risk an immediate end for that hope?” My heart seized in my chest. My gaze flew to Cassius. Worry tightened the lines around his eyes, but beneath it, I saw a flicker of the stubborn hope that was the bedrock of his soul. We have to try, I pleaded silently, holding my breath.

“Ting.” “Task Twenty-Five: The Choice. The Heart is waking. You have ten seconds to touch the stone. If you touch it, Kaelen is free, but you will be trapped in the ice as the new Heart. If you don't, the cavern collapses and the North falls into the sea. Choose.” I looked at the exit. I could run. I could save myself. But then I thought of Kaelen’s smile in the firelight. I thought of the future we had glimpsed in the Iron Book.

“It’s worse. You’ll survive—but you won’t be the same.” Kael moved protectively in front of me. “Then we find another way.” “There is no other way,” Alexander said firmly. “The Vault offered you a choice. You refused. Now it’s offering a consequence.” I stared down at my blood, glowing softly like dying embers. “I won’t become the curse just to destroy it.” Victor’s voice dropped. “Then Derrick wins.” That silence fell again, but it wasn’t quiet. It was heavy. Deciding. Alive.

To kill a werewolf, you have to take out his wolf's heart and destroy it. That way, even the wolf won't be able to reincarnate and live another life. “That's why I gave him two options…no, three options.” “He can choose to stab his own heart, marry Lydia, or watch his lover die.” She said in a tone that made Killian feel like pouncing on her and beating her up. “But what will you…” “I will do it.” Killian interrupted the elder, who instantly turned to him. “You will do what?” The elder asked in shock.

Sarah was there, her hands bloody, her expression grim. “I’m sorry, Alpha,” she said without looking at me. “We can’t save them both. You have to choose—Alina or the baby.” “No,” I heard myself say. “No, there has to be another way—” “There isn’t.” Dr. Sarah finally met my eyes. “The curse went too deep. It poisoned everything. Choose now, or they both die.” Alina’s scream cut through me like a stake to the heart. Her eyes found mine, and in them I saw betrayal. Hurt. The certain knowledge that I had failed her.

“Do you see, little wolf? Even their gods kneel for you.” Elias’s voice was ragged, desperate. “Don’t trust it! That’s corruption! This is how they twist you—how they make you believe you’re in control when you’re already lost!” The Duskborne stepped closer, shadows clinging to their armor like a cloak. “Take its oath, Serena. With it, the Hunt collapses. The Council’s chains will break.” --- The Choice Tightens Serena’s heart slammed against her ribs. Three voices. Three paths. Each one pulling at her soul.

Showed another Morwenna, older, crowned and alone. She looked right at me. “You must choose,” she said. Her voice echoed inside my skull. “Choose what?” “To end the curse. Or become it.” The shard vibrated. I stepped closer. Behind me, Leofric shouted something. But I didn’t hear. The mirror rippled. Then swallowed me. I fell into darkness. And woke up somewhere else. Alone. The choice waiting. And the curse smiling.

All members of the criminal organization would be in attendance that day. Lilies were Carmen's favorite flower, so her bouquet was made out of them. Yet, when the ceremony began, Carmen saw Evan standing up ahead with a bouquet of roses—my favorite flowers. Though she had a puzzled look in her eye, she continued making her way toward him. With a voice that no one could hear, Evan murmured, "Lyra, you're the only woman I'd ever marry. May this bouquet of roses stand in for you as you accompany me to complete this act."

I stepped closer until I could see her pulse racing beneath her throat. “Find me my fated mate,” I growled. “Or start carving your own coffin.” I didn’t wait for her reply. I turned and strode out of the hall, my boots striking hard against the stone floor. Anger burned hotter than the curse itself. Three weeks. That’s all I had left before the curse consumed me completely. Later that day, as the moon climbed high above the pack house, whispers drifted through the servants’ quarters. “I thought Alpha Davian brought us here for well, you know… an orgy or something,” one of the she-wolves murmured.