The Cursed Novels & Stories

he began, “The child she carries is tied to a dark curse.” Murmurs echoed through the hall. Right then, I felt Zane’s arm tighten around my shoulders. Timothy continued, his voice growing louder. “The dark seed within Ceres has formed a symbiotic link with the unborn heir. If that corruption spreads, the entire pack will suffer the consequences.” “That’s just a speculation,” Sheila snapped from across the council circle. “It’s reality,” another elder interrupted. “The curse has no known cure.” Timothy lifted his hand, silencing the room again.

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form

That was the problem with The Cursed; they died before we could do any proper research on it and their bodies turned to ashes, leaving us grappling at nothing. There was one thing we knew about the cursed: they were betas that were demon-possessed. All of them had a pentagram, a sign of demon possession, on the bottom left side of their necks. It explained why betas suddenly had power and strength that could par with an average alpha. “Did you find out anything about it? Where did it come from? Who it was?” “Yes, we managed to get that. Just like the others, it was a beta, Joe Blake from Jannah.”

Author's P.O.V. Mr. Escobar walked back to his car, he got in and the driver drove off. "Where boss?" His driver asked as they drove out of Nicholas's mansion. "Back to the office, I was told, I am needed urgently at the office", Mr. Escobar replied. Throughout the drive, Mr. Escobar couldn't stop thinking about what could have happened if he wasn't around. The curse was a dark curse, which was capable of destroying any alpha and also making them wolfless. The only cure to such a curse was the blood of an older Alpha, Lunar, Beta, or Delta. If he wasn't around, Nicholas could have been wolfless by now, because there ain't any older Lunar, Beta, or Delta in the pack. "What could have

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid

Thus, I went from being a mother dressing up her son to a monster dressing him up to offer him to the powerful and crooked. Still, Rick never expected one thing. The psychiatrist I saw despised Arclight products. His older brother had been an Arclight engineer who died from overwork. Before he passed, he told the psychiatrist about the company's dark secrets. For years, the psychiatrist had been investigating and collecting evidence, but he never had the right opportunity to expose it until he met me. The real key was not what he said to me that day. It was the way he said it. He deliberately used a robotic tone, and at the end of his sentence, he mouthed the word ‘chip’.

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.

A voice — deep, ancient, hungry — rolled through the darkness. “You defy me again, wolf.” Cole’s teeth bared. “Damn right I do.” The ground erupted. From the fissures rose the shadow of a man — tall, faceless, cloaked in light and smoke. The same figure that haunted Lila’s dreams. The King of the Cursed. “Would you give your life for her?” the voice asked. “Yes.” “You would give your soul?” “Yes!” Cole roared. The figure tilted its head, almost amused. “Then bleed for her.”

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

“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