Wicked Curse Novels & Stories

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

They snapped back on, and his mischievous, playful smirk was once again in place. “Curses have to be bound to something in order to take root. It can be a naturally reoccurring event. A lunar eclipse, meteor shower, or it can even be a bloodline. We don’t know how or why, but the curse has been bound using your family’s bloodline.” Resting his elbows on the countertop, he skewered me with his gaze until I squirmed. “The night those curses were placed on us, the Moon Goddess, Lunette, was abducted. We have consulted every oracle, and even the goddess of wisdom herself for answers. Each and every one points towards breaking the curse. Not only that, dear Blakely, but we have reason to believe

I commended. “Don't give up, not now, not ever. Wyatt will return home to you, the Goddess will never let injustice slide.” I encouraged her. “I don't know how long I can keep waiting, sometimes I feel the Goddess has abandoned us to our curse.” “What curse?” “Maledictio magiae vetitae. The curse of Forbidden magic.”

I didn’t know if I wanted to scream or sob. “How?” I asked, voice small. He sat back on his heels, jaw tight. “The curse works by corrupting memory. The more they twist what you remember, the easier it is to turn you against yourself. Against everything.” I nodded. I knew that part. I’d felt that part. “But I’ve been dosing myself with witchbane,” he said. “The original compound. Before Magnus had the last herbalist killed. It doesn’t make me immune....it just gives me time to fight it.”

Gunner thought. "Did you just say cursed?" Madam Dera asked, seems she just understood the meaning of the words spoken by the wizard "But how?" She asked. Gunner returned his head to his consultation, he raised his head "This curse is so strong, the spells were sealed with a strong sacrifice and it is not penetrable, "this is..." He paused as he looked around "unto death" Kaiden's eyes watered. 'What have I done wrong!' He lamented mentally, the news pierced his very soul.

"Please can you tell us about this curse" "Well the curse is actually from your ancestors, Nacen. A thousand years ago, a witch used eternal ice to carve and cast a curse on your pack because she couldn't marry the alpha. The curse stated that goblins will always attack your pack and dominate them every fifty years and it also stated that wolf family will only give birth to one child nothing more. So your pack has always been dominated by goblins for fifty years. And it is you and her destiny to break the curse, it has already been predestined and it will come true"

Ruggerio growls, not being amused about me being mocked by her. “It’s a curse, babes. They can be incredibly weak, or absolutely disastrous. Like il malocchio, they can result out of the envy of people, without them wanting to curse someone. Other times…” She stops her explanation to lift a package to show us one of the pocket watches. “You have people binding curses to objects with black magic. The thing is, once you bring it into your possession, you can’t get rid of the course only by disposing of the cursed object. It is much stronger than that.”

Morwen led us to the wooden table and gestured for us to sit. Alistair sank into a chair, his breathing shallow. I sat beside him, refusing to let go of his hand. "The witch's curse is old magic," Morwen said, pouring dark liquid into three cups. "It's designed to destroy a wolf from the inside out. First the connection to their animal. Then their strength. Then their will to live." "Is there a cure?" I asked. Morwen slid a cup toward me. "There is always a cure. But it comes with a price."

I don’t want to acknowledge that the vines might be the reason why he’s like that. But Anais seems to understand. “Yes, you’re right. He is cursed. But it’s not our group or anyone who enrolls here. Not even the younger students. The curse of bloodlust is something that can only be given by a highly-skilled witch or warlock. It’s dark magic to its purest form, like the one that creep Alpha Janus did to those guards and her own niece. Say what you want about him, but that man had mad skills. He was very accomplished in the dark arts.” “So what now?” Chills run down my spine. “What do I do now? Surely you can help me—”

It only meant this land would break my curse totally. “How do you like this place?” She took a seat, pulling away from me. “It’s alright.” There was nothing special about this pack. Nothing drew me to it and nothing ever drew me anywhere. I just wandered like my curse made me do. A vengeful witch cursed me never to find my mate, to ask, seek and knock without getting whatever I wanted. My wolf without a mate turned into a wanderer. He wandered the world in search of the little omega girl. Until I saw her eyes, I had been colourblind from the day of my curse. The witch may have cursed me with total blindness but it only worked partially because Jabari had run a sword through her to stop her f