The Cursed Novels & Stories

"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."

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

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.

“Then… they had the Elder return it to the sacred burial ground. The Amadeus cemetery. A cursed relic, buried at the heart of the pack’s ancestral resting place. That act—that single act—triggered everything.” I feel lightheaded. Fury rolls off Dominicus in silent, suffocating waves. His fists clench on the table, knuckles pale. Eleanor’s eyes meet mine. “One thing you should understand about curses,” she begins, her voice steady but grim, “is that the stronger the victim, the harder it is to curse them. And the Amadeus wolves—” she glances at Dominicus “—were the strongest there were.” She pauses for emphasis.

The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas. Everyone now called it the black and white curse because of the colors of the wolves fur. Soon there was new hope. In the year 1998 there were 3 humans born, but each would become a wolf at their 18th birthday. They were in charge of breaking the curse. All now called packs were hoping that the curse would finally break into a thousand pieces and never will be coming back till the end of time. Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more difficulties on their path to love.

How could he let Hirre come alone? "You..." I was about to retort when the doctor's voice interrupted me. "Enough that! For this situation, you both need to be okay because Hirre is under the curse, a deadly curse." I was shocked as I heard Mr. Zahard's words. I saw from my peripheral vision that Severus was also worried about Hirre. "W-what do you mean?" Severus asked the witch doctor. "You both need to find Claire as soon as possible. This spell is too vicious and I can't fix it." Mr. Zahard replied and I felt uneasy because we, Severus quarrel.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

● Numerous other disposal characters Cursed children plot Four teenage boys are cursed by the goddess, Hecate, after they desecrate he shrine on a night out. She curses them to transform into bloodthirsty werewolves every night on a full moon. After murdering innocent townsfolk and subsequently their loved ones but waking up bloody with no recollections of the night before. The are left with no option but to leave town after they are found and hunted down by the furious townsfolk. Their group of four begin their travels together in search of answers to their questions and a cure to what they believe to be an ailment.

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

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.”