The Kiss Curse: A Novel Novels & Stories

In my hand, a crystal tumbler held the whiskey Kael had brought back from his trip to Novella—a sharp, smoky burn that did little to dull the agony clawing at my heart. I swirled the amber liquid, my eyes fixed on its depths, my mind a storm of rage and desperation. This wealth, this power, this throne—it was all mine, wrested from my brother Adrian’s lifeless hands, his blood still staining my memories. But the price was steep, heavier than I’d ever imagined. The curse that gripped me wasn’t just a whisper of pain; it was a beast, its claws tearing at my chest, its teeth sinking into my soul, a relentless torment tied to the Moonborn’s existence. Killing her was my only salvation, the only

He mutters and I look at him with wide eyes. “I felt something inside me when we kissed,” I whisper, not being able to process what happened. My body feels stronger and I don’t feel the weight of the curse anymore inside me. “The curse is lifted!” Serena yells in my head and then she starts chuckling. “One kiss is all it takes.” She starts singing. “To lift the curse on me.” I stop my urge to roll my eyes. But then my attention falls to Elijah. His eyes droop a little and fear washes over me. Oh my Goddess! What if the curse got transferred to him?

I can feel his buldge from his towel and I know for a fact what happens to a man when he gets too excited. I’ve had a boyfriend for years and that’s how I know. Holy shit! I have a boyfriend! I break away from the kiss immediately. And we’re both breathing heavily, well, I’m the one who is breathing heavily like I’ve been forced to run a marathon. “That should not happen again. Well, I mean it has to happen to break the curse.” Oh gosh I’m frozen now. We’re both staring at each other and I just want to kiss him again, passionately this time. Not gently, not with care. Passionately! Not because I want to free him from this curse.

I opened my arms to embrace her as soon as she threw her arms around my neck and embraced me back, tight and steady. I whispered in her neck as I kissed her. “What is happening here, my love? Why is Killina sitting on my f*cking chair?” “Many things happened, my love, but I need you to calm down,” she whispered back, her body shaking, letting me know that there was something awful that had happened in the Silver Crescent pack. “Please, trust me with this.” I never liked what was happening, but I trusted my wife, and so I tried my hardest to calm down. I was shocked to see that Killian’s eyes were no longer glowing purple. Was his curse finally gone? Was he cured?

In his unwavering devotion, she found the courage to face restless souls, ancient sins, and the uncertain veil between life and whatever lay beyond. Outside, the storm began to ease, rain softening to a whisper against the roof. Inside the modest room, two hearts beat in quiet defiance bound by love that refused to yield, even as the shadows of the curse lengthened around them. George cradled Eloise’s face between his hands, his thumbs tracing the delicate curve of her cheekbones with infinite tenderness. Slowly, reverently, he leaned in until his lips brushed hers their first kiss, born of storm and solace.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

She gasped too as soon as she did. "The Solutions to all my curses," Rendall read aloud. "Flip through it and find ours," Helia said eagerly and Rendall began to do what she had asked me to. He flipped through the pages carefully until he stumbled on a heading. "The Destined Curse of The Werewolves and Werelions," Helia read aloud. "Destined Curse?" Rendall asked and they both looked at each other. They looked back at the book and frowned. "You've got to be kidding me," Helia frowned. The page they were both looking at was torn. The only thing that was left was the heading.

The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger. Florence didn't dare retaliate. She stood there, pointing toward the neighbors while raising her voice again. "Look, everyone! Look at this vile woman! She's a lunatic! Chester was cursed the day he married her! He lost his life because of her!" I ruffled my hair to make myself look even more disheveled. Then I grabbed her arm and shoved her out the door. Dropping the knife, I followed her outside and fell to my knees at the doorstep in a sudden motion. I then began wailing as I clung tightly to her legs with both hands.

“You will have to if you want your curse lifted. Zarah and Alexander are working hard to find the cure or spell to break it. But she had a theory. Just a theory because nothing had happened like this before.” “What’s the theory?” “It sounds absurd, but maybe a one true love kiss can break the curse.” She put her plate down and laughed— one big belly laugh without the care who could hear her or I might scold her. “I’m not sleeping beauty, alpha.” “Will you stop calling me alpha?” “It just sounds fun because it suits you. You’re a scary big bad wolf who barks orders around here.” I breathed through my nose and emptied the glass. “This is a serious matter, Nirvana.”

I curled my arms around his neck, sighing into the kiss as his tongue slid against mine, deep and sure. The air shifted. Heat pooled low in my belly. He walked me backward toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. The back of my knees touched the mattress, and I let myself fall, pulling him down with me. He hovered above me, his gaze dark and devouring, but still holding that softness only I ever saw. His mouth trailed down my throat, pressing hot, open kisses along the pulse in my neck. I gasped when his teeth grazed the place where his mark would one day be hopefully if I'm able to break his curse.