The Cursed

The Cursed

  • WpView
    Reads 4
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Apr 9, 2025
Book One: [The Marked Trilogy] Fantasy | Romance | Dark Magic Once adored by her kingdom, she was their light-their beloved princess. Until the curse came. Now, her touch means death. And the people who once knelt at her feet now chase her with torches in their hands. Alone and terrified, she runs-deep into a forest whispered about in bedtime warnings, where none who enter ever return. She doesn't expect to survive. She doesn't expect anything at all. But she finds a cottage. Empty, quiet, waiting. The days blur. Her grief deepens. The silence becomes a second skin. Then, something shifts. The air feels warmer. Flowers bloom where there should be none. Fireflies dance like they remember her. And even in the loneliest moments, she begins to feel... less alone. As if someone is there. Watching. Listening. Not with fear. But with care. And one day, she sees him. In the garden. A man she's never met, standing in the sunlight like he belongs there. She doesn't know who he is. Or why he hasn't run. Only that since he appeared, the forest doesn't feel like a curse anymore. It feels like the beginning.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • To Hell
  • lonely (Antisepticeye x Reader)
  • "THE SACRED BOOK"
  • Forgotten
  • The feared Crimson King
  • Caged By Him
  • ɪʀᴀ: ʜᴇʀ sɪʟ�ᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʜɪs ʀᴜɪɴ
  • A Lifetime Away [COMPLETED✔]
To Hell

She was supposed to get better. He was supposed to disappear. They were all supposed to forget. But nothing stays buried forever. Especially not the kind of secrets that leave teeth marks. In a city built on silence and sin, five broken strangers are dragged back into the orbit of a man they thought was dead. Each carries their own trauma, their own rage, their own crimes. Each one marked. Each one watched. Each one chosen. There's the therapist who weaponizes grief. The girl who survived and became the monster. The boy who turned pain into poetry-and then into war. The cult leader who doesn't believe in forgiveness. And the one with blood on her tongue and no name left to pray with. A list has surfaced. And their names are on it. Crossed out. Carved in. Waiting. This isn't a love story. It's a reckoning. A spiral into obsession, violence, memory, and manipulation. Read it only if you can handle: Therapy sessions that turn abusive. Confessions that turn deadly. Love that turns into a knife. You've been warned.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines