The Cursed Novels & Stories

"WAIT, GUYS. WHAT DOES 'cursed' even mean?" asked Ruthie. "Maybe it isn't so bad." Zander looked at me. I was starting to feel anxious. My sethian acquaintances included Conrad, Zander and his brother - and the Collector in a roundabout way. I had a pretty good idea who in that group might belong to the cursed category. "I don't know," I said. "Maybe." "Well, if we get to vote, I vote that Zander's jerk face brother is cursed," said Ruthie.

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

"Can you tell me a bit about your story? A brief plot or something like that. Maybe I can help you with the ending." Although I wasn't really good at endings. "It's all about two angels that have been cursed by a demon." He still was looking at the air. "What's the demon's cursed against them?" I wanted him to look at me. I was trying to reach for his eyes but he kept on moving his hed sidewards just to avoid my gaze. "The guy will live forever. He will live forever in human world. He will never die," he cleared his throat. "Never." "That's a curse?" My brows crossed. "But isn't that what almost everyone wants? To live forever or at least longer."

She left a parasitic curse behind. It was an ancient, forbidden alchemical spell known to the dark covens of the southern fronts—the Bond-Dampening curse. It was a slow-acting poison designed to target the unique biological frequency of a fated-mate bond. It didn't kill the body; it methodically erased the spiritual recognition between two wolves, turning a soul-deep connection into a vast, empty void.

Whatever fragile hope of peace this meeting was meant to build is gone, crumbling like ash between my fingers. All that’s left are wolves glaring at me with murder in their eyes. All that’s left is the bond thrumming louder than ever, wild and undeniable, reminding me with every breath that Ronan Draven’s life is mine and mine is his. The last sound that cuts through the chaos, through the whispers and growls and the pounding in my ears, is a single word rolling like thunder across both packs: “Cursed.” It doesn’t matter who says it first. It doesn’t matter who echoes it after.

“Tell me, Kade… what proof is greater than that? The cursed blood does not lie. It devours.” He leaned forward, his eyes glittered. “If the cursed blood beast once wiped a pack from the map… if it can kill everyone else, why not Lucien too? He may be a god to others, but he is still flesh. Still a shape that can be undone.” Riven’s fingers tapped, slow against the table.“You do not need spells or prophecies. The cursed blood itself is the weapon and when it meets steel, it births a wound no power can heal. The cursed blood turns metal into ravenous teeth.” His grin

"The Crimson Zone, Riana? That place is... cursed. The legends speak of a darkness that consumes all who enter." His words hung in the air, heavy with foreboding. Cursed. It was a word that carried weight, a word that evoked images of ancient evils and unspeakable horrors. The Crimson Zone was not just a dangerous place; it was a place of damnation, a place where souls were lost and hope was extinguished.

I asked my head still on his chest as I wondered if his heart will give up more than what his mouth was will to. What could've stopped a proud alpha like him from doing what he wanted to do? “I'm cursed.” He blurted out. For the beat of one to three, I didn't react until his two-word reply sank in. “Sorry, what?” I asked my head snapping up. This has to be some sick joke because how could he cursed? “Yes, I am.” “But… but… how can you be cursed?” I stammered. “You're the Alpha.” “Yes I am. But there's no where it is written that an Alpha can't get cursed.”

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

“At this point, I’m planning on keeping my distance but I don’t know after that.” “The aim of this curse is to destroy you. And that means in every way possible. The last person that was cursed lived two hundred years ago. He killed every single person in Ralio. Every animal was killed too. He was given the same curse as you.” I gave him a weary look as he nodded. I don’t want to do that… “The only way out of that curse is by taking your life. Even if someone else kills you, and I revive you, the curse will continue and get worse until it destroys you completely. The only thing that is just as bad as destroying a soul is destroying the mind. They are interlinked- Destroying one destroys the