Wicked Curse Novels & Stories

“You’re a witch! You can break the curse!” Marwynn’s expression softened with sorrow, and she shook her head slowly. “I’m sorry, child. I can’t. A curse can only be lifted by the one who cast it. Dark magic has unbreakable rules. If I attempt to interfere, it could bring devastating consequences far worse than death.” Kyven staggered back as if she’d struck him, his tears falling freely now. “There has to be something,” he whispered. “Anything. Please.” But Marwynn’s silence said it all.

"A contract with Asmodeus allows humans to use magic but they have to pay certain prices. The first being the curse of eternal youth. Even until their death. A normal witch will never look older than a prepubescent girl. The second being the curse of love. All their relationships are doomed to fail one way or another. The third one… " Reaching here, he fidgeted, as was the case each time he had to talk about the witches. The third class was just... special, in its cruel aspects. He knew that the first curse wasn't really a curse as it didn't bother most witches. The second one was a little harsh, but then again it was an acceptable price but the third one… "Do not hesitate. Go on." "The thir

But Uncle Tobias had always been trustworthy, and if my heritage was as significant as he claimed, perhaps he had knowledge that could help. "Kai's former mate was a hybrid—part witch, part wolf," I explained. "She placed a curse on him that turns his feelings for me into violent impulses. The closer we get, the stronger the curse becomes, until he can't control his actions." Uncle Tobias's eyes widened. "A witch-wolf hybrid? Those are extremely rare, and extremely dangerous. Their magic can affect us in ways normal witch magic can't." "That's what makes the curse so powerful," I agreed. "They're trying to find her grimoire—her spell book. They think it might contain the counter-curse."

(Third Person’s POV) In the middle of the woods, a lone cabin stays warm and protected from the powers of a small little girl named Almira. She is the cursed kid of Helawes who destroyed the Silverwood Pack to ashes eight years ago. The wicked witch wanted her revenge after being rejected by Alpha Frederico whom she fancy so much. But the man loved another, so she used her dark powers to curse their unborn child. However, Alpha Sylvia was able to reverse the curse using an ancient ritual that cost them to lose their own werewolf abilities.

“Alex, my grandma has cast the Witch Curse on you! “This Witch Curse on the chest is practically incurable!” Right after Cecilia finished her speech, the few people were anxious. Frostine, lying in front of Alex, carefully looked at those strange curse patterns. “What will happen to someone under the Witch Curse?” Cecilia said, “He will be very miserable. My father died under the Witch Curse. The members of the Witch Cult could find him and control him via the Witch Curse. And, if he resists, his entire body will suffer severe pain, and his wounds will fester like being bitten by myriads of snakes. Eventually, he will turn into... a pile of goo.”

The Elder Vampires, driven by a malevolent force, sought to plunge our world into chaos. One fateful night, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows, revealing herself as Celestia, a powerful seer with knowledge of the curse's true origin. "The curse was never meant for you, Hera," she explained, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "It was a weapon forged by the Elder Vampires to control and manipulate the supernatural realms." My eyes widened in disbelief. "But why me? Why was I cursed?" Celestia's gaze bore into mine. "You are the key to breaking the curse. The power within you is both a blessing and a curse. Only you can unlock the true potential that lies dormant within the curs

She was lucky to have been captured by the lesser Vampires who did nothing but merely cleansed her of her curse. But she seemed to believe that letting the Vampires know that she and the other girl were werewolves would save them from being bought. That seemed to have worked for her because she was yet to meet someone like me. Someone who would buy her because of the fact that she had werewolf blood and torture her till her last breath.

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

She never found a single fault to give us away. I watched her slowly pace with the dagger around the room, frustration etched on her forehead like a carved sculpture. She stopped. “I gave him my body, saved his ass a lot of times, but instead—” Her eyes met mine, fury running through those calm, powerful irises. “Instead, he chose you—his cursed little slut.” Cursed. That word was new to my ears. I was weak, slow, and a whore—but cursed was novel to me, especially coming from a witch.