The Kiss Curse: A Novel Novels & Stories

"Two hundred years ago, a coven of witches lived here. They cultivated this garden. Roses that bloomed in winter. Trees that bore fruit out of season. They were healers. Midwives. They helped the nearby villages." "What happened?" Kael stopped at the edge of the dead rose bushes. His hand reached out and touched a blackened stem. It crumbled at his touch. "A plague came. Not natural. A curse from a rival coven. The witches here couldn't stop it. It spread through the villages. Children first. Then adults. They came to me for help." "And you helped them?" "I tried." His voice was distant. "I gave them my blood. Vampire blood can cure most human illnesses. But the curse was designed to corrupt

Chapter Nine Taydyn I barely make it three steps into the pack house before the day goes straight to hell. Terrance is mid-sentence beside me, probably about to make another terrible joke, when I feel her. Too close. Too familiar. Too— “—There he is.” I stop. Karissa. Daughter of Alpha Gavin of Crescent Creek. Tall. Leggy. Blonde. Built like most female wolves — strong, sleek, confident in a way that used to be… entertaining.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

' Whips cracked rhythmically now, marking our skin red, each lash sending jolts that funneled the curse toward release. Tessa moaned loud, body trembling. 'Almost... oh gods, Silas!' Her walls spasmed, orgasm hitting her like a wave, pulling me over the edge. I buried deep, cum flooding her ass as we peaked together— ecstatic double release, bodies locked in the chains. In that moment, our daughter stirred, crawling somehow toward us, her tiny fangs bared. She latched onto my arm with a magical claiming bite, sharp and binding, drawing the curse into her like a sponge.

My fingers gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer, stealing his breath, his warmth, his will. He responded eagerly, unaware of what my kiss truly meant. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t affection. It was the kiss of vengeance, a curse sealed between our lips. The kind of kiss that could destroy kingdoms. He didn’t know it yet, but I would make him remember everything he’d forgotten. The rejection. The blood. The pain. And when the time came, he would beg for the mercy he once denied me. I pulled away slowly, my lips brushing against his. A faint smirk played on my face as I whispered, “You taste just like regret.”

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

Fresh tears blurred the words. “Do not tell him the truth.” “He will never believe you.” “The curse began three hundred years ago.” “Every man who truly loves a woman born with our blood…” ”…will slowly surrender his life.” ⸻ A tear landed on the page. The ink blurred slightly. ⸻ “The first kiss marks him.” “The second weakens him.” “The third binds his soul.” “After the seventh…” The sentence ended abruptly. The rest of the page had been burned away. ⸻

I wished I could explain my intentions. The Chairman sighed and walked back to sit in his comfortable chair. “Tell me about your curse,” he smirked leaning back in his chair like he wanted me to amuse him with my story. I clenched my teeth, but figured that it might be the only way to get to those archives. “It's called a kissing spell. It runs in my family. The one that I kiss first becomes my one and only, and I become his.” “So… how did you kiss my Grandson?” he snickered maliciously.

But I needed to. The curse isn’t complicated. We had lost our connection to our animals, becoming slaves to the moon—all because my ancestor had a little falling out with his witch girlfriend. A witch who I knew had married into the Hart’s family line. I knew the answer to breaking the curse wasn’t in that journal. But I needed to learn more about how the curse had happened from the very being that had caused it. The more I know, the more prepared I can be.

“More than life, more than a cure, more than anything he could offer. You are mine, Maeve. Do you hear me?” Her tears fell against my lips as she kissed me again, softer this time, her claws curling into my back. “Then stop thinking of him. Stop letting him into your head. Choose me.” “I am choosing you,” I whispered, my lips tracing down her throat, my body pressed to hers, every touch a vow. “Every time I touch you, every time I breathe you, I choose you.” We stumbled back to the bed, her hands pulling at me, mine gripping her like I could not let go. The kiss deepened, our bodies burning hotter than the curse, hotter than fear, our breaths ragged, tangled with need.