Wicked Curse Novels & Stories

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

She cast a curse upon the Vakatow bloodline – a curse that would eternally intertwine their fates with demons. The curse dictated that if the firstborn of the Vakatow bloodline was male, the curse would perpetuate with each generation. However, if the firstborn was female, her soul would be tainted with the essence of a demon, creating an unholy hybrid of lycan and demon within her. And if the 20th generation of the Vakatow failed to bear a female firstborn, the curse would reach its zenith, condemning their soulmates to death.

She reassured me. "This white wolf,” I cleared my throat as I asked, “what does it mean exactly?” Dr Celia inhaled and exhaled slowly. "The white wolf is...actually, let me go back to the beginning." "The beginning?" "Yes." She said. “See, long ago, a curse was placed on the packs. The nature of the curse is quite.... peculiar. A very powerful witch was defeated by the Blackwood Pack and Stoneheart Pack. Her powers were sealed, but she cast a powerful curse in her final moments.”

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Debo: “ You don’t feel very well! It must be because of yesterday's act! The sea was freezing! You could have frozen to death! Kataleya said nothing. Debo: “ Kataleya, what happened? You look very haggard! Why did you try... Kataleya: “ I am a black sorceress! I made a curse! Debo: “ What? Kataleya: “ When I was eight years old I was raped by eight men and I cursed! Debo: “ By the Gods! Men are horrible! Kataleya: “ I made a curse thinking it was protecting me, but in reality I... Debo: “ What plague? Kataleya: ““With my hands, I condemn all men who mess with me. They will die in the most painful way. Every second of mine will be your pity, every tear of mine will be your pain, every sad mem

Katara asks with a cold tune of her voice. "We can't offer anything aside from the location of the Dragon egg, if you want we can seal the deal with our blood." She heard the other wolves gasp, they howled as if they were against the white wolf words. "What is that?" She asked. "It's our thousand year tradition, if we seal a deal using blood it would be lifetime. As long as I am breathing you will have my service, and promise will never betray you and vice versa." Katara get confused, what? They're just making a deal, it doesn't need to be that far. But it's also her advantage, she can't decline it. When their eyes met earlier she knew what this wolf was up to.

"A binding curse. Old. Deeply rooted." Marcus took a step forward. "What kind of curse?" “One that denies saying,” the witch responded. "No wolf can mark her. There is no bond that can be anchored to the full extent. Daniel tightened his hands into fists. "That's impossible." "It is rare," she corrected. "Not impossible." My voice came out small. "So... what does that mean for me?" The witch sighed. “It is that you are rejected by your body in terms of mate marks. They will always fade."

Miranda sniffled, wiping her cheeks. Grandpa sighed deeply. "This tragedy is what started the curse. After the white witch escaped the dungeon and learned what happened to LisaRay, she was so angry that she placed a curse on the Vanderwolf men. She said, Since Rampuss destroyed the unity love could have brought, his sons would be doomed to never finding their true mates. They would wander blindly, destroying the ones that love them until the fated pair returns once more." I swallowed hard. My throat felt tight. "So the curse came from heartbreak."

It missed my face by inches and hit the wall behind me with a sound like a thunderclap, leaving a crater in the stone that still smoked at the edges. “You were so easy to curse,” Vivian continued, resuming her circle as if we’d been mildly interrupted. “Newborns take the strongest bindings. You were three days old. Your mother had just brought you home. I volunteered to sit with her — such a helpful neighbor — and while she slept, I wove the curse into every cell of your body.” She sounded almost nostalgic. “My finest work. Three interlocking spells. Weight manipulation so you’d be rejected on sight. Wolf suppression so you’d never access your power. Perception distortion so anyone who might