The Divine And The Cursed Novels & Stories

He finishes with a smirk and there comes that feeling again that makes tears burn in my eyes and cause terror in my heart. “You're lying; Vance promises he won't hurt me.” My lips quiver as I say those words loudly, and I don't even even believe them. He sneers. “Think about it, princess; your fate is to one day kill him. Now, Vance has tasted immortality and wealth, he has tasted power and authority; do you think he's going to let some girl get in the way of that? Trust me, Vance can get any girl that he wants.” He sighs and turns his back to me. “During the first century of being cursed, we weren't sure who was going to become our doom, so Damien and I got rid of our mates; however, Vance

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

“You’re unbelievable!” I frowned immediately. “What happened?” “What happened?” she repeated angrily. “You rejected your pregnant mate publicly then banished her right after?” My body went still. “What?” “You heard me!” I stared at her confused. “What banishment?” Mira looked at me like she wanted to hit me. “Don’t act confused now, Arnold.” I grabbed her arm immediately. “What are you talking about?” She shoved my hand away angrily. “Gamma James gathered the elders and banished Leticia under your command!”

“That even death didn’t want to leave you what you wanted most.” Father clenched his fists. “Enough.” “No,” I snapped. “Not yet.” I stepped closer, my voice dropping. “Two mates. Two dead women. Two pregnancies. Same choice. Same result.” I tilted my head. “Who knows… maybe you’re cursed.” His eyes snapped to mine. “And who knows,” I continued calmly, “if that curse gets passed down to us.” Draven chuckled. “Yeah. Wouldn’t want to risk it.” Caspain crossed his arms.

Magdalene continued, "It seems the book has found its way to you for a reason. It's a catalyst for change, a test of your resilience, and a guide through the unknown. Your dreams and the strange occurrences are reflections of the energies the book harbors." As the conversation unfolded, the couple learned that the Book of Curse was a mirror of intentions—a mysterious force that responded to the energy of those who possessed it. Magdalene advised them to approach the book with mindfulness, to use its influence for positive endeavors, and to be vigilant against the shadows that might attempt to corrupt its essence. Armed with newfound wisdom, Drew and Jette left Magdalene's abode with a sense

Her eyes blazed scarlet coals. “No doubt that’s why he was Cursed.” My eyes widened, I looked at her in bewilderment. Reed told me he was cursed but not for a second I thought he meaned it. “Cursed?” I whispered tasting the word on my tongue. She started laughing but this time it was devoid of any emotion, it was hollow just like her eyes. “Who cursed him” I asked fearing the answer. “Like Eve, you’re so quick to eat the fruit form the tree of knowledge, who else, your moon goddess.” She said shaking her head.

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

The room spun, her breath choked in her throat. The curse was hungry. It needed more. It needed her. But Diva wasn't weak now. She bawled her fists, pushing the darkness back, forcing it down with every last bit of strength she possessed. She wouldn't let it win. She couldn't. A scream tore from her lips as she struggled. And then— The darkness broke. The black veins dissolved, crumbling into nothing. The curse was gone. Diva fell. Someone caught her before she reached the ground.

I answered her but she's still surprised that I'd know this random scripture. Based in here, this creatures are cursed by the first king itself Henry Velry. A curse spell that's been set upon those who wronged his majesty. Called the divine punishment that all of them feared. A curse for immortality that contains many abilities. At first it was considered a blessing and not a punishment but as the time went by all things had changed. Flesh eating beast that killed tons of human. An organization decided to extinguish each and everyone of them. But failed due to the fact that they were too powerful for them. But instead of backing down they observed on finding out their true weakness that they

Conversations led to things gods of war were not supposed to want with creatures made of blood and bone and brief, blazing mortality. "The curse," she said. She had taken one step back — not running, just creating enough distance to think clearly. Smart. "You know about it." "I am bound by it," he said. "As are you, now." A beat. "What does that mean?" "It means the gods who made me also made a law. Any divine being who loves a mortal burns from within — the divinity devours itself, slowly if you're lucky, quickly if you're not." He paused. "And any mortal who loves a god loses their soul to the void. Not at death. Gradually. As the feeling grows."