Wicked Curse Novels & Stories

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

But the Wyres are dangerous. Their bite is lethal to Shifters and, if you do survive, you turn into one of them. The curse is transferred through your bloodstream, killing your spirit and replacing it with a monster. They’ve been trying to get their revenge ever since, killing us simply because of an old myth that might not even be true. But, to be fair, we kill as many of them as they kill us. If there are talks of peace, that would be…historical. Impossible. And definitely something I deserve to know about as Princess.

Aron wanted to have the chance to do those things to her but he never did. When Ina came home drunk, Aron was gone. He went to the most powerful witch of the city and he wanted to cut the mate bond that way. Instead he became cursed together with Ina. Arons wolf Taka would reincarnate again and again if Ina didn't choose the right one out of two mates. The witch put the curse out of revenge because witchcraft was forbidden to use a long time ago by the werewolf tribes. The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas.

If things remained like this, he might not even have a title anymore, “Tell me?! How do I get my wolf back?!” He ran a hand through his dark hair in stress and waited for the elder’s words. The elder looked at the woman and sighed. “You’ve been cursed,” The Alpha blinked in surprise. “Cursed,” he repeated disbelievingly. “Yes,” the Elder gave a nod. “The Witch played a fast one. She has cursed you,” “I “I’m sorry,” The woman tried to apologise again but they ignored her. “How do we get rid of this curse?” Parker asked worriedly.

Elsa skipped the college that day she felt so incomplete and helpless.She felt defeated and both hated and loved her defeat at the same time.Had she been desiring for this defeat??Now she understood how agonising it was to be tantalised for a cake which one had just started consuming.She wanted to devour the whole cake.Vivian had promised to meet her again next Sunday but there were four days left.How things had changed overnight!She was transformed into a vanquished from a victor within minutes.Those minutes which she wanted to re-live hundreds of times.She felt her wound it was constantly giving her a sweet pain,reminding her of her folly.How could she be so foolish?She should have behaved

I smiled up at him, “I’m ready to take the next step.” His eyes widened and his stare became heated, “really?” I pecked his lips gently, “really.” Finn began dancing in circles around us, “hell yes! I bet I’m going to be the best, most fucking epic wolf there is!” “What curse?” Erik asked. “Long story,” Marcus grumbled. Even I didn’t know what happened to cause the curse. It must’ve been something epically tragic like a witch cursed the babies of their families’ bloodlines because of some sort of vendetta against the parents. I’d have to ask sometime, but I had a feeling it was a bit of a sore spot.

"Every witch is." "But witches do not lay curses on others for no good reason." Her eyebrows hitched. "Your point, child?" "I believe Victor Blossom cursed a certain family and this curse has been tormenting that family for three generations now." "That is talent right there. The warlock is dead and his magic is still causing chaos." Her response was a muse to herself. But it disgusted me. Perhaps but was because I was directly affected by that wicked magic. But I plastered on a straight face with extreme difficulty.

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

The heavy weight of their eyes trailed after me as I moved towards the sanctuary of my father’s office. The familiar space was suffocating, the remnants of my past clinging like shadows. I braced myself against the mahogany table, the wood groaning under the pressure of my grip. My wolf, weakened and feeble, was buried under the weight of the curse, and as I pleaded for strength, the voices clawed, relentless and cruel, repeating their chilling refrain: *Touch them, end them, pass it on.* Each iteration fed the horrifying truth I tried so desperately to deny—that the curse sought to consume, to perpetuate its malevolence through me. But there was still resistance, a flicker of will that woul

She left a parasitic curse behind. It was an ancient, forbidden alchemical spell known to the dark covens of the southern fronts—the Bond-Dampening curse. It was a slow-acting poison designed to target the unique biological frequency of a fated-mate bond. It didn't kill the body; it methodically erased the spiritual recognition between two wolves, turning a soul-deep connection into a vast, empty void.