The Divine And The Cursed Novels & Stories

As they both turned back to their human form , completely exhausted ,marked by each other scents ,entangled forever. The purpose of night was finally fulfilled, they were marked. The child was safe .But the curse was the curse cured or there something more.. More to the destiny of theirs

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

Kash says, looking up. I nod. It’s as we figured. “So, he’s the reason…” Lucia murmurs. “Wait.” Isa says, suddenly standing up. “The scriptures say, The Eternal God cursed the twins to a life of doom. What if there are two curses here and the reason it’s never been broken is that everyone overlooked one…” The room falls silent as we stare at her, and I look back at the open print of the scripture. Her words weigh heavily in the air, but the numbing truth is, she has a very good point.

“Death. Blood. War. This darkness is doomed to consume her and everything else that lies in the path of their cursed love. The damned prince and his cursed princess, a story that must never be told. Do you understand this, Boris?” By then, little Venus was crying, the sight of the growing fire was terrifying. She hid behind her father. And Boris, stunned to silence by what he’d just seen, dropped to his knees, his heart constricting in pain. “My daughter is not a curse! Venus is not destined to be a problem. She’s an angel!” “For now. Wait till she’s of age. Wait till she meets him. Wait till the curse consumes her.” The Diviner threw a single stone into the fire and it dissipated instantly,

Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night. “They cursed our bloodline with their dying magic,” Darius continued. “A curse designed to destroy the Alpha line.” Kaelen shook his head. “That’s just a legend." “I believed the same thing,” Darius said quietly. “Until tonight.” He lifted his hand weakly. Dark veins pulsed beneath his skin. “The moment you left for the hunt… the sickness began.” Kaelen felt Ravok shift uneasily inside him. The forest, the wolf murmured.

Nihareth turned his gaze to the growing flame. The relics swirled within, no longer divine—tainted. They bent to his will now. Their songs were rewritten, their purpose inverted. “I will light more Cultfires,” he said. “In every corner of the world. Wherever the old gods left their marks. We will erase them.” The sky above cracked with thunder. Something ancient howled beyond the clouds. “We will rewrite the divine.” A cheer rose, hesitant at first, then louder—chaotic, warped. Reverence laced with desperation.

I whisper. He pulled me into his arms and his lips found mine in the darkness, his hands wandering over my back before reaching down and grabbing my ass, pulling me closer to him. I sigh in pleasure as sparks of passion flicker between us, my arms clinging around his neck in an effort to keep myself standing. Eventually we broke apart and he smiled sheepishly at me. "I want to take you on a proper date, if you'd let me. I know our time together has a time limit thanks to your curse, but I want to do this properly."

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I