The Cursed Heart Choices Novels & Stories

Serenity shook her head. "Just help me to break the curse." "It's not easy, the state in which you cursed him was emotionally powerful. It had hate, anger, mistrust and mourning... That curse is strong. Not to mention that it's given by one of the powerful witch..." Sabrina said and Serenity looked away in guilt. "Augustus can revive people" Serenity said. "If he kills her and revive her back then will it work... There must be some loophole in it." "Augustus can only revive those people whom he has killed... He might revive her back but there are chances that the curse won't break and if she dies out of natural causes then he can't revive her"

“I understand your position‌, A‌gbekor. I know‍ th⁠e conse‌quences of speakin‌g⁠ now,⁠ and I accep⁠t them. But I’ve been informed that there is a⁠ p‌ath bac⁠k, a ch‍o⁠ice t‍hat I hav‌e made⁠, and I do not regret it. There must be⁠ anoth‍e‌r option this cannot be th‍e only way.” Agbekor studied her, his e‌xpression unreada‍b⁠le‍, the fa⁠int flicker of a smile o‍r perhap‌s⁠ amusement playing at th⁠e corners⁠ of his mo‍uth. “Very well,” he said slowly, his voice d‍r‍ipping with autho⁠rity. “You wish f⁠or‌ a⁠nother choi⁠ce? Listen carefully, for th⁠is⁠ is the l‌ast option.‍ You may c‍hoose… eithe⁠r Kael or Ella. One shall marry me, a‌nd only then may the curse upon the Alpha be broken.”

Drusilla sighed, then straightened. “Alright,” she said. “Let’s get to it.” She set the diary aside, her expression turning serious. “As you already know, Dalton is cursed,” she began. “What you saw yesterday? That was only the beginning. We’ve been searching for years—decades, even—for a cure. And so far, the only answer I’ve found… is you.” I tensed. “Me?” She nodded. “My visions led me to you. They told me you would be the one to keep him grounded. The one who could prevent the Beast from completely taking over his mind.”

I would collect my bride, and in return, give him what he wanted. I slipped the ring into my pocket. Today, I would play the part of the dutiful groom, but my mind would remain focused on the true prize: power. As I left the hotel room, my thoughts strayed back to the mysterious girl. I had wanted to search for her, to find out more about her, to claim her and make her mine, but something held me back. Maybe it was the knowledge that I would only bring her harm. I destroyed everything in my path, and I would burn her. I was cursed, after all, a monster in every sense of the word.

“That is not your choice. It is hers.” I froze, my chest tight, my heart splitting. I looked at Carson, broken and bleeding, his eyes begging me to stay. I looked at Kael, steady and cold, holding answers I had searched for my whole life. And in the corner, Rivan smiled through his blood, watching the fracture deepen. Carson turned to me, his voice breaking. “Maeve, do not listen to them. Stay. Stay with me. Please.” Kael’s voice cut smooth. “Choose. Him and his curse. Or me and the truth.”

“I signed the loan. I let Javier die. Take me instead.” The vein flared, spreading faster, threading up Elena’s neck, into her jaw. Her eyes rolled back, whites glowing red. “Mamá… it’s not you… it’s all of us…” Lila’s voice cut through, steady but strained. “It’s a choice. Like mine with Etienne. It’s testing her. The Final Heart isn’t a vessel, it’s a decision.” The alley shivered. The ash swirled, forming a new page in the air, glowing red: ELENA VASQUEZ: CHOOSE.

A note beneath them read: > “Choose the scissors: The curse ends. The child is freed. But you’ll forget he ever existed. Choose the necklace: He lives inside you. But he inherits the curse. Choose the mirror: He’ll be born. But you’ll die. You’ll see him—only once.” My hands shook. I didn’t cry. Just sat there, breathing, watching three versions of life stare back at me. And then I spoke. “If you can hear me... I know you weren’t born of darkness. You didn’t choose this. You just want to live. And I want you to.

"The curse wins either way, then. Either Nicolas dies, or he kills you and destroys himself in the process. Either way, Nicolas is eliminated. "What about the willing sacrifice option?" "Has to be genuine," Elena whispered. "Nicolas has to choose to die out of love, not despair. Not guilt. Love." Rosa grabbed Pierce's hand as another contraction hit. "What if... what if we're thinking about this wrong?" "What do you mean?" "The curse affects one brother's feelings for the other's mate. But what if..." Rosa paused to think, "What if the mate chooses neither brother?" Elena and Pierce stared at her.

Holding the dying child in his arms. Torn between chasing them… Or staying here. With the one still breathing. And for the first time since the curse began— He didn’t know which choice would damn him more. The child coughed weakly. “Don’t… let me become… like that…” His heart shattered. He held them tighter. But their breathing was already fading. Behind him, the wind carried one final whisper. From the Darkness. Cold. Certain. Only one survives.

The beast who would lure you in with his beauty but take your life as soon as it was just both of you, alone. Was he going to kill me too? His curse was going to make him do it whether he liked it or not. "And this is why…." He stood up. ".... You should call of the wedding. Reject me if you have too but do not test my curse and dare to marry me." He was against it too?! He looked so serious, it was scary. I couldn't respond to him for several minutes. "You speak to me about bring cowardly but here you stand, telling me to run away from my own decision." I retorted.