The Cursed Monster Author Novels & Stories

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

As Curl's ponytail touched Pradai, and in a bid to remove whatever it is was on her body, got the attention of the monster. "Now!" Curl yelled, and pushed out Pradai with force while the monster dived at them, but hit it's body on a rock. "What the hell is that…" Pradai asked, trying to figure out what was happening. They were on one side, the monster had gotten to the middle where there was enough light from the moon… "This can't be… not the Cruk again" Curl said with fear. "Is a Cruk! Run!" Yelled Little Ben.

She seems familiar but no matter how I strived to know if I could remember even if to get a little glimpse of where I have seen her, I still can't remember. I felt a pull by that piece of sketch, the image was calling unto me…….. I feel attracted to her which scares me, this is a mysterious monster that we are talking about and not just an ordinary body. I haven't been myself for long now, all this started with those mystery nightmares. Am I losing it already? Because from the look of things I am going insane. How on earth can I feel attracted to a cursed child? Or does she think that she can cast a spell on me? Yeah! It is obvious that she is behind what is happening to me, I am sure that's

Her hands trembled as she pressed them against Kael’s chest, against the darkness that writhed and pulsed beneath his skin like living smoke. “Kael,” she whispered, her voice cracked and soft, “you have to let me in.” But he didn’t hear her. The curse was consuming him—his veins black, his eyes burning with the color of spilled ink. The monster she had once feared now wore the face she loved most. “Get away!” he roared, his voice echoing through the broken hall. “I can’t—control—it!” He slammed his fist into the marble floor, the force cracking it like glass. Shadows rippled outward, coiling like serpents, tearing through the corpses of soldiers who’d dared to stay behind.

"You shouldn't be here. Please, just go." His steps faltered, confusion warring with the anguish on his face. "Elena, it's me. I'm here to get you out." "You don't understand!" she cried, her voice rising in a frantic pitch. She shook her head, pulling at her hair as if she could physically force the words out. "You have to leave! He'll kill you! He'll see you, and he'll kill you, and it will be my fault!" She couldn't bear it. She couldn't bear for Adrian to be slaughtered by the monster she lived with. She couldn't bear for him to be another victim of her cursed existence.

"He slaughtered her. You don't know what it's like to wake up every day knowing that the monster who ruined your life gets to keep breathing." I blink, thrown off balance by the rawness in her tone. "You don't know that," I utter. She lets out a hollow laugh. "I saw it! I saw him covered in her blood! Lakewood men are cursed, Dani. Every single one of them. They take and destroy everything they touch." Her tears spill over now, rolling down her face as her voice rises. "He'll do it to you too. He'll tear you apart just like he did to her!”

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

She said a prayer to keep monsters away. "Monster," she whispered. "You are welcome," I said quietly. I wiped the blood off my hand. Suddenly, a hot pain started to burn in my body. It was the "Hybrid’s Curse." It felt like a fire under my skin. It reminded me that I was in trouble. The vampire magic was trying to eat my wolf soul, and my wolf soul was trying to fight back. If I did not find a way to fix it, I would die in two years.

My claws gleamed in the flickering light, sharp and deadly, and I could feel the raw, primal power surging through me, urging me to strike. My mother’s eyes were wide with terror, tears streaming down her face. "The curse," she whispered, clutching my father’s arm so tightly her knuckles turned white. "The curse... it’s begun." My father stood rigid, his face pale with shock. He had always dismissed the tales of a curse, calling them nothing more than superstition. But now, as he stared at me... the monster his son had become, he knew the truth. His eyes filled with a mix of horror and sorrow, but he didn’t back down. Instead, he stepped forward, placing himself between me and my mother.