Was Judas Cursed Novels & Stories

Judas, who discovered his capability to love and trust, decided to put his guard down for the first time; not knowing that it will be the very cause of his demise. When Esmeralda sees the shining light of opportunity, she does exactly what she has been told. She strikes her sword horizontally, decapitating Judas, and proceeds to extract his heart out. As if that wasn’t enough to kill a Were-witch hybrid, she dragged his body to a clearing where his body will burn once the sun rises, and while doing so, she felt the remorse nipping violently at her heart. And so, Esmeralda decided to stay with Judas until the very end.

he asked, doing his best not to lose control and kill the arrogant Baltras's king in front of him. "No, I didn't. I'd never harm Rosalina." "Is that so? Then how do you explain that?" He eyed the charred straws that were still emitting smoke from the fire earlier. "It was intended for you," Judas replied with casual indifference, as if the weight of the accusation meant nothing to him. "But Princess Rosalina was there. You could have hit her. Didn't you notice that? Or are you having an ulterior motive?" Garry frowned, his jaw tightening as he gritted his teeth, struggling to keep his fury in check at Judas’s insolent attitude.

But that's the problem, isn't it? I don't want to be myself anymore. "I know," I whisper, my throat tight. "But let me decide this, please." Judas studies me, as if trying to find something that will make me stay. Make me change my mind. But when he finds nothing, he exhales sharply saying something in Russian. "Fine," He mutters. "But if you cry, I'll burn her fucking house down." I chuckle. That's Judas for you. ❁

The air tensed when Christopher didn't immediately give a response. "Christopher" King Leonidas growled and he sighed. "There is something you don't know about your curse" King Leonidas straightened as we both listened with rapt attention. "Tell me" he growled. "You are never going to be free from the curse" "The letter of prophecy……" "Gave you something to focus your attention on. The witch that cursed you was killed and so was every chance to get rid of your curse. Once you find your mate and mark her, you're inclined to murder her and once that happens, another mate comes along" I frowned.

Cyrus’s eyes carried a glare as he stared at his cousin. “Tell me you realize what is going on here,” Gedoni spoke. “What is going on?” “You know Cyrus. Do not pretend with me. I am family.” “Gedoni, get straight to the point.” Cyrus snapped. He was tensed, because like Gedoni said, he knew or suspected what was going on. “it’s the curse Cyrus, Yemanja’s curse. You cannot deny it.” Cyrus gave Gedoni a dirty look. “Gedoni, you can’t take that seriously. Yemanja is a bitter old woman. How can her careless words hold any meaning? You can’t be serious.” Cyrus denied it, but he could sense the feeling. The fear that was growing inside of him.

“The first time I saw him, I fell in love with him. He was like you—so kind, with a genuinely good heart. His gaze… it was clear and bright. You could tell right away… he was pure. So pure… so utterly innocent… innocent in a way that made him vulnerable…” His words came slowly, deliberately, as though speaking too quickly might shatter the memory. Leon’s Adam’s apple moved as he hesitated, finally forcing out a question. “Vulnerable? What… happened to him?” Jasper lowered his gaze, and for a fleeting moment, a fragility appeared in the corners of his eyes—something Leon had never seen before. “He was cursed.” The words were soft, but the weight behind them made Leon’s chest tighten. “The cur

The old butler cautiously pleaded on my behalf, hoping our lord could save me first, but Saul frowned and interrupted: "Jacinda is in danger, and I have no mind to drink her blood now. She just needs to pull through herself. Believe me, she won't die. Right now, the priority is to save Jacinda." A frown and a glance in my direction was his only response to the old butler's desperate plea. With my only hope shattered, I clenched my teeth and slashed several long wounds on my arms and hands to drain blood for self-rescue. After a long period of weak convulsions, the curse of the pact finally ended. I lay in a pool of blood, sending a message with my last faint consciousness. "I promise I will

“Not me. The second-born. Her shadow.” Her voice darkened, like smoke curling around old wounds. “And then she died. And I had him. Finally. And even then, it wasn’t enough. Because every time he looked at you, John, he saw her. Not me. Never me.” She stepped back from the bars, eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of pride. “You were protected from the knowledge of what you truly were. Yet you were the very thing I could never compete with.” “You are cursed, John. Cursed.”

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

I ignored his stare and placed my cigarette in my mouth, drew a deep one and blew the smoke into the air. “I heard you were cursed while you were still in your mother’s womb” I smirked. I wouldn’t be surprised about how news spread in the werewolf pack, I mean, we move faster than regular people, so obviously our news should spread. “By your fucking goddess, yes. I heard too, Alpha. It was a really unpleasant curse but you know one thing, I loved how the spell was spoken and placed. Damn! That woman must be related to Williams Shakespeare” I said referring to the goddess.