Cursed Marissa Meyer Romane & Geschichten

“Should I? Are you by any chance one of the many women I have subdued?” “No!” Without him noticing, I approach and appear in front of him. I lift my head and reveal my ruby eyes. “I’m NICOLETTE GRAY!!! The one who must have died with her family... THE CURSED ALPHA!” “What? It’s impossible! You’ve been killed...” My voice comes out as if I dubbed and, in my hands, I form black flames! and said, “BUT NO!”

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

"I don't know if you can think of anybody else who does the kind of work she did?" Kaia shrugs. "There are businesspeople that dabble in curses. Marcellus two stalls to my left specializes in spells and... hexes. Helena in the corner there can break most of the average binding magic." She glances up briefly. "But if you're looking for someone with Mira's skillset. you'll probably be out of luck."

Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse. Ana and Fernand exchanged glances but remained unmoved. A faint smirk played on Ana’s lips. “Save your breath, old woman. There’s no such thing as curses.” Carla’s eyes fluttered shut. Her body gave one final shudder, then fell still. The grand room descended into heavy silence, broken only by the distant hooting of an owl outside. Back in the present, rain still pattered softly against the roof of their modest home in Marinduque. Ana’s face was wet with tears as she finished recounting the terrible story. The weight of twenty years of buried guilt had finally lifted, yet it left behind a hollow ache.

Not eager to spend a second alone with her, I turned on my heels to leave, only for her to grab my wrist. She didn’t even bother to hide the hostility in her eyes. “I bet you’re feeling pretty smug because the Luna stood up for you.” Furrowing my brows, I tried to pull my hand free. Marissa’s grip only tightened, and her nails sank into my skin. “Don’t flatter yourself. She’s only nice to you because of your dead mother. Too bad your mother was too weak to carry you. Hang on… Maybe it’s the curse in your blood that killed your mother tragically.”

They both nod. “ Would someone tell me why I’m here?” Marissa whined. I guess she is tired of the attention not being on her. “ You are here at my request so shut your mouth until I say you can speak. Take a look around you. This isn’t your show. It is mine.” I tell her leaving no room for an argument. Marissa gasps not used to being talked to like that. I hear snickers coming from in front and behind me. Ratchet has his hand over his mouth. Damn, that felt good. And it is about to get even better. “ You know to look at you two pathetic creatures I’m wondering how I was ever afraid of? Or how at one time I wanted your love?” I say. “ Like we could ever love someone like you two. You aren’t w

She told me she knew what I was, despite the fact that I’d kept my nature hidden even from my own father. Wolf shifter, she’d spat. You’ll never find happiness. Never find love. Your humanity will be chipped away at over the years, until all that’s left is the beast. Unless you find your fated mate, and she loves you in return…You’ll be a wolf forever. Up until that moment, I’d never believed in witches or curses. Looking into her ink-dark eyes, I knew I’d been wrong. I felt it. She was a witch, and she’d fucking cursed me.

"Yeah, she came to me and said that she could treat my throat. However, she asked me to agree to the Fang family's conditions. At that time, Bettany kept the terms a secret. She wanted to make sure that I agreed to it before she treated my throat. So I rejected her offer, and she left the next day. I haven't seen her afterward." Mango made a gesture as she spoke. "Desmond nodded and said, ""I believe you. However, Marissa's death was somewhat peculiar. It seems like she died of a natural illness, but I always felt that something was wrong. The Fang family arranged her funeral secretly the night she died. Marissa was the only daughter of Mr. Fang, and she was his princess. Isn't it abnormal f

“I’ll never let anyone get that close again.” He pulled back. “Then build a team that doesn’t let you do it alone either.” In Vienna, Marissa checked into a low-end hostel under a new name. But as she entered the room, she found an envelope on her pillow. Inside: a printout of every transaction she'd accepted from BelleTech. And a message. “Your next steps define your obituary. Choose wisely.” No signature. Just a phoenix symbol. She shut the door. And didn’t sleep that night.

Marissa: "Hope you're ready for tonight, babe! Wear the dress I gave you. You’ll look sooo good 😘" My stomach twisted a little. Marissa had been my only friend since my parents died — since the town started whispering that I was cursed because I survived the car accident that killed them. I’d carried a scar across my back like a brand ever since. I’d gotten a tattoo when I turned nineteen, blooming vines and a wolf's paw covering the angry line, refusing to let it make me feel broken.