The Cursed Heart Choices Novels & Stories

"Someone giving themselves to the curse instead of Aria." "Not instead of. In addition to. The curse has momentum now, it won't simply stop because we offer alternative fuel. But it might slow down enough for me to attempt extraction." Morwyn's ancient eyes were grave. "But whoever volunteers would be consumed completely. No coming back, no resurrection, just... gone." "I'll do it," Lucien said immediately. "No." Cassia stepped forward, her decision already made. "I'll do it." "Cassia," Selara started, but the older woman shook her head.

“You’re still saying this? After everything?” “My King,” she pleaded, “you are taking too much risk. You must distance yourself from her before it’s too late—” “Enough!” I snapped, my voice echoing through the room. She flinched but didn’t move. “You told me,” I said, stepping forward, “that if I found my second chance mate, the curse would be broken.” Her lips parted, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak. “Well, I found her!” I shouted. “And what happened? Nothing! The curse is still here. I’m still fighting the same damn darkness every day, and you—you did nothing!”

My voice was louder than I intended but I didn't care. “Your soul is the key, the only way this curse can be broken, she is tired as well. But the pact demands balance, a life for a life. Yours, or it will never end.” “I don't want to die,” I whispered honestly. My hands were beginning to shake, and I clasped them both together to conceal it, but I couldn't shake the dread from my voice. “Brian… do something, I don't want to die.” “Violet,” He looked just as broken and scared, he stood up and reached for me, but I avoided his hands.

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

He then starts his devastatingly powerful distraction to give the girls time to find Angel. After a while, Drake senses the power of the crystal. He goes over to a building where he senses the crystal. He transforms and crashes through the roof. In the room, he sees Angel strapped to an upright operation table. A malignant man holding a gun to Akilina’s head and Alexis is being held by some men with guns pointed at her also. “I’m sorry Drake, we couldn’t get Angel out safely.” Alexis looked ashamed; tears were running down her face. “No worries I understand why you called me here.” Drake turned to look at the malignant man, “You’re going to give the girls back along with my master or

I mutter through clenched teeth. Elora’s head tilts slightly, violet eyes narrowing. Her demeanor shifts, a subtle change that I barely detect in time. “To break the curse, you must do more than complete tasks and collect…objects.” “What do you want?” I snap, repeating myself. “Dearest Ezra,” Elora’s fingers skim along my jawline, nails scratching at the scruff. “It’s simple, really. You must get the princess to fall in love with you—truly and deeply in love.”

Walking around Sienna in circles, she continued, “Eventually, I realized that he won’t be mine even if his mate died. So, I twisted the curse so that his mate is trapped in my prison.” She tossed her proudly and said, “And it worked so well... Alaric is mine to torture or love.” Sienna couldn't understand how the witch's brain worked. Shaking her head increduluosly, Sienna said, “His body may be yours but YOU can never win his heart and soul. How will you remove the image of his mate from his heart? There is still time… If you repent for your sins Alaric might spare you…” Sienna’s face turned red with fury and she slapped Sienna right across her face. Her voice shook with anger as she spat,

Kael dragged himself closer, growling low, furious and helpless. Seris shouted, “If you do not anchor now, the curse will rip her soul apart.” “Then tell me how,” Kaden roared. Seris hesitated again. The Dark King laughed softly. “She must choose one.” My heart shattered. “One,” I whispered. “Only one.” Kaden stiffened. Kael went still. The silence was unbearable. “I will not,” I said hoarsely. The Dark King stepped closer, shadows curling around his feet. “Then you will choose me by default.”

“You do not have a choice, little girl. Your father dies, or your mate remains mine forever. Pick.” “I said no.” I stood. Every rib screamed. Every wound burned. But I forced myself up anyway. “You want me to break. Want me to sacrifice one for the other? Want me to destroy myself choosing?” “What are you doing?” Sera hissed. “Aria, you have to do something!” I walked toward the monster. Toward my mate trapped inside the curse. Toward my father dying in those claws. “I choose both,” I said. Thomas’s smile faltered. “That is not an option.”

Davil grows into a giant and a tear drops. "Losing her child and womb is nothing compared to what I plan to take from her. I will take and take until she is isolation and I will have the last attack. I will break her until there is nothing left to break. An eye for the whole body part, "he grin, and I walk backwards. Davil continues, "She doesn't deserve to be happy. A curse deserves to be treated as one"