Wicked Curse Novels & Stories

“You will take everything I give you tonight. The curse demands penetration to weaken. I’m going to fuck you, Elara. Fill this cursed little cunt with my cock and my seed. The magic needs life to seal the pathways — my cum deep inside your womb is the key.” He gripped my hips, lifting me slightly so my legs wrapped around his waist. The head of his thick cock nudged my slick entrance, teasing my folds. Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me. The sensation was cataclysmic. I screamed as his cock stretched me wide, the cursed pleasure amplifying every inch. It felt like pure liquid fire and ecstasy fused together — his hot, throbbing length dragging against eve

But what the curse actually was and what it actually did was considerably more specific than the rumors suggested. When the witch doctor explained it to me properly, in her home at the edge of the settlement, I understood immediately why he was relevant to what I needed. The curse on his wolf was ancient. It had been placed on his bloodline five generations back by an elder council that had decided his ancestor's power was too dangerous to exist unchecked. What it did was simple and terrible: it fed on the power of whatever it came into proximity with and it could not be removed and it could not be redirected and the only thing in the known world that carried enough power to actually destroy

They will discover that I am a cursed wolf that cannot turn and they will throw me out just like everyone else before them had. “A cursed wolf like yourself will never find love, a cursed wolf like yourself will never find family, a cursed wolf like yourself will continue to roam the face of the Earth alone until death decides to take pity on her.” These are the words of my aunt, they ring over and over in my head every single time. It has gotten way worse with the blue moon coming…

Faith said in the last part, her gaze and her mind both far away stuck in jade green eyes and amber scent which had overwhelmed her senses. “I am talking about bad boys, not streets and there are no streets here,” Victoria shook her head cluelessly. “It’s a metaphor, Vic and they are not bad boys they are dangerous men which by the way are sexy. Are we going to dance or what?” Chloe said signing bored. Laughing, Victoria and Faith down their drinks in one go and join the dancing crowd by the bonfire. The bearing rock turns into sensual Arabic music and after a few drinks Faith drunkenly with wobbly knees goes back to the drink counter, he narrowed her eyes at the lines of the wine bottle, ex

I answered her but she's still surprised that I'd know this random scripture. Based in here, this creatures are cursed by the first king itself Henry Velry. A curse spell that's been set upon those who wronged his majesty. Called the divine punishment that all of them feared. A curse for immortality that contains many abilities. At first it was considered a blessing and not a punishment but as the time went by all things had changed. Flesh eating beast that killed tons of human. An organization decided to extinguish each and everyone of them. But failed due to the fact that they were too powerful for them. But instead of backing down they observed on finding out their true weakness that they

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

Layla said softly. "Ravana's always been a cold, brutal son-of-a-b*tch," Niniane muttered, masking pain of her own with a deep swallow from her glass. "So, with Atreus out of the way, Ravana was able to continue finding the sacrifice and live through the centuries. But there was always a backdoor to Ravana's curse as it were." "Back door?" Layla asked with a raised eyebrow. "They say that every curse can be broken, it's just a matter of how. In Atreus' case, the only way he was able to wake from his cursed sleep, was to be woken by the same soul he fell in love with centuries ago."

The choice the witch was offering us was a dangerous one. "We need to know what this curse is," I said, pushing my thoughts into the open. "You keep talking about it like it’s something that’s connected to me. What exactly is it, and how does it tie to my bloodline?" The witch paused, her gaze shifting to the symbols carved into the cave’s walls. "The curse was placed upon your ancestors long ago by those who feared the power of your line. The first Alpha of your pack was given extraordinary strength, but it came with a cost. That power… it binds the pack to a darkness that will eventually consume it. Over time, it has warped the power of those who inherit it. Each generation grows stronger,

I was left staring right into scattered papers into my desk, trying to connect all of these to come up with something. There must be something about that goddamn rumored curse. Another ten minutes had passed and I am still stuck staring at the papers having no idea where this investigation of mine would lead. But I knew I had to force into finding something. Giving up with the bunch of papers, I swept them all away and turned my computer on. I typed in to look it up on the web and the result it showed started to make sense. The curse requires women sacrifices in order to overcome it! The curse is said to make the Pack suffer in every possible way casted by the late wife of the first ever Alp

Damon had unwittingly supplied her the perfect candidate to conduct the spell with, a powerful high born like Vane, someone strong enough to make the curse very effective and also strong enough to survive the process. So it was a big shock to her when the receding pulse hit her, indicating that the curse had been lifted. Lady Cecile sat up in her tub, her emerald eyes simmering with surprise. “How?” she gasped. It was not supposed to be possible, this was not the Bane Serpent which could be killed by any means, this was a cursed Wendigo, a vengeful spirit trapped in the body of a powerful wolf, it was supposed to be unstoppable, unless…