Vecna Curse Novels & Stories

At least the eyes, tongue and blood were the three main things she focused on. Vione waited, feeling a tumult of emotions. Then, as Rowena let out a long sigh and covered another body with a white cloth, she asked, "What is it, Mama? What really happened to them?" "My suspicions were correct. They were all cursed. The pack has been cursed." Rowena turned and explained, "This is Bernathra magic, one of the oldest magic in the world, and I never thought anyone would still use it."

“You do not have to, My Child. Let’s focus on your wound and your wolf. I notice she is tied down by a force. You’ve never let her out. It’s time to let her see the world and feel her ability.” “She can’t do any of that. She is cursed. My curse affected her.” Helena’s head shakes hard. “She isn't. It just wasn't time for her to step on the earth. And you are not cursed, My Child. I’ve looked into your deepest secrets and fears. You’re just trapped by your own mind.” “Every man who dares to marry me dies. My curse killed them,” I insist. “No, Vynessa. Their death has no connection with you. You were never cursed.” Helena’s words make me doubt my sanity. This is something I’ve lived through th

“I curse you; the Alphas blood of the Olun clan to become immortal, unless they begged to be killed by pure blood witches like me. I curse you; the Alphas blood of the Olun clan to experience feeling the blood in your bodies burn to the depths of your souls at your rut period except if you find your mate. I curse you; Alphas blood of the Olun clan if you find mates but not love them to feel mental hell everytime you all slept with them.” “Hilena, stop it! You can curse like that, it’ll kill you.” Witch Una screams desperately at the woman who she loves like her disciple. “I feel so hurt, Elder. Like I’m being tortured. It’s so painful, so I need to make them share the same.” After spouting h

I couldn't see his face but I knew, my thundering heart could feel it was him. I tried to open my eyes until I saw the burning chapel and people panicking. What happened? I looked up at the man who was carrying me. I stared at him until my vision got clearer and I met his eyes; it was him. I held his cheeks as my .tears started falling again. I remembered everything. "I--love... you," I whispered. I felt my back on the ambulance bed. I closed my tingling eyes again as I felt dizzy. But now I remembered everything, we have been cursed.

she said but then shook her head. “Unfortunately, that’s not the reality I see” she added. She then raised her second finger. “The second one was that he would win, if he won then he would have no choice but to mate with his mate Charlotte and then I win” she said. “Wait, why would you win if those two mate?” I asked her and she smiled. “You see its because those two are cursed. The moment they mate the curse is triggered they will die no matter what. It could be an illness or be killed by people” she said.

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.

Renee walked back into the sitting area and stopped with her eyes wide as she looked at the man and was about to what looks like a bow but the man raised his hand and the copper back ring was huge with some kind of crest in it in his middle finger caught the light. “O vasiliás!” Renee nodded. “i kopéla eínai edó gia na kánei chrísi ton ypiresión sas;” the man asked. ( the girl had come here to avail your services,) Faith ears perked to hear without her permission, though he was standing a good six feet away, his voice was cool and deep and it ran through her like she could feel the vibration of his words go through her. She cursed herself to not know how to speak Greek.

My heart pounds so hard I’m sure it will burst. “Vaelora.” The voice is distant. Muffled. Aching. I squeeze my eyes shut. This isn’t real. It can’t be. It feels like a story I once heard. A nightmare I’ve had before. But the heat is real. It seeps through the walls. Through the floor. Through my skin. A scream splits the air. A woman’s scream. I bolt upright beneath the blankets, but I can’t move. My body won’t listen. The air grows hotter, thicker, impossible to breathe. Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits.

“I didn’t look into it too much until I met Rina. I just knew the origin of the curse.” “Which is…?” I asked as all of us looked at him expectantly. He is silent for several seconds, appearing to be weighing his words before he speaks. “The moon goddess herself. Because of the burden of creating your race, her female descendants are cursed and blessed. Blessed with special protection, but cursed with short lives, in order to sustain the goddess herself.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “So you’re saying not only is there witch ancestry in my mate’s genes, but she comes from the goddess herself? You can’t be serious.”

It's about staying alive. When Valentina's words sank in, Mariana's heart skipped a beat. She looked at Diego, and fear crept into her chest. "What does she mean?" Valentina stepped forward before Diego could answer, and her eyes sparkled with evil satisfaction. "Your bloodline, Diego." It can't be fixed because it's cursed. And the only way to break the curse is to give up something you care about. You have to make a choice, or else your family, your legacy, and everything you've worked for will be lost. To free the others, one of your children must die. It is important for the future of the werewolf world.