The Cursed Heart Choices Novels & Stories

My heart raced, but I didn’t pull away. “You’re cursed,” I whispered. “But you don’t feel like a curse to me.” “That’s because you don’t know what I’m capable of when the curse takes hold,” he said, voice rough. “It’s not just immortality, Aria. It’s hunger. Darkness. Rage that never dies. If I let you close, you won’t survive me.” “Maybe you’re wrong,” I said before I could stop myself. My voice came out steadier than I felt. “Maybe I’m the one who can survive you.”

he replied. “The curse that she put on those people who are acquainted with her is a memory seal… you will be given two options as she put the curse on you without your knowledge… the curse will be activated on either of those two… for instance, from what happened to Prince Lucas, she put two conditions in her curse… it’s either he will choose to be that killer’s side, then he will lose his memories will be sealed unless it was unleashed by someone who can undo the curse or he will choose to be with my daughter’s side and his memories will stay in his mind,” he continued. “Then that means, he choose to be on the traitor’s side, then in the process, he lose his memories with her in it that le

The very walls of the castle trembled as the ancient curse fought desperately against the bond. Pushing past his terror, Adrian stepped forward and placed his blood-stained hand flat against the beast’s massive chest, right over its pounding heart. "I choose you," he said, his voice ringing with absolute certainty. "I choose your light, not your darkness. Come back to me, Cassian."

Shadows flickered at my edges, eyes glowing faintly and standing in the doorway was Elder Cyril, the rest of the council behind him. His gaze swept over me, then to Kael, his blade dripping with the blood of his own men. His voice was cold and final. “The House of Glass cannot stand with a curse inside its walls. Either the curse is purged… or Blackthorn shatters tonight.” Kael’s sword trembled in his grip. His wolf snarled inside him and I stood frozen, the blood still warm on my hands. “And I knew, with the pack divided and my shadows bleeding through, that the next choice Kael made would decide whether Blackthorn crowned him… or buried him.”

“To unlock the power of the Heart and banish the shadow, a sacrifice must be made.” Kaelan stiffened, his body going rigid. “What kind of sacrifice?” he demanded. “The Heart requires the essence of its chosen,” the first figure said. “One of you must give up what you hold most dear. For you, Kaelan, it is your humanity. For her, it is her freedom. The choice is yours.” Rhea’s breath caught in her throat. “What does that mean?” she asked, her voice rising. “If I give up my freedom, what happens?”

YES, SHE MIGHT STILL LOVE HIM BUT DOES SHE LOVE HIM JUST BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY? WAS IT WORTH GIVING UP JAMES FOR? WITH JAMES SHE COULD BUILD A LIFE, COULD SHE SAY THE SAME WITH ALEX? SHE CANNOT RISK LOSING JAMES AND THE LIFE THEY HAD BUILD TOGETHER FOR A MOMENTARY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. SHE WAS SURE OF HER ANSWER, SHE WAS SURE SHE WAS GOING TO CHOOSE JAMES. HE WAS THE BEST OPTION, HE WAS HER SAFE PLACE. SHE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM. SHE JUST NEEDED TO KEEP HER SPACE FROM ALEX.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

He warned and I gulped. I was left with only two options. Either do this willingly and score back my mother's pendant or be forced to do it and be punished as well without getting the pendant. If I wish to survive, I'll just have to learn to submit to the demands of the Vampires, no matter how much it disgusts me. I'll have to endure for now and wait for the right time. I'll find a way to get my wolf back, I'll return to my pack and come back to take revenge on each and every one of them, this is a wounded wolf's promise.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

Ethan clutched his head in despair, his voice raspy as he said, "It's not like that, Amelia. Please believe me. I've always loved you and Heidi. I never thought something like this would happen. I really—" "Shut up!" I interrupted him, my rage burning, "How dare you say you loved us? If you really loved us, this wouldn't have happened! You're nothing but a hypocrite and a scumbag!" He knelt on the ground, overwhelmed with hurt as he endured my fury. Then, he pleaded, his voice filled with deep remorse and despair. "Amelia, go ahead and hit me, cuss at me. It's all my fault. I'm responsible for Heidi's death..."