Entre garras y espadas
By @Toni Calderón
Adam Jr., the enigmatic heir to Auradon's throne, carries the burden of his father's legacy - and a monstrous curse. When provoked, he transforms into a formidable beast, a secret he guards fiercely to maintain his regal facade. His world, a gilded cage of royal duties, shatters with the arrival of Nyx, the dangerously charming twin sister of Harry Hook. Drawn to her rebellious spirit and sharp wit, Adam finds himself entangled in a forbidden romance that threatens to expose his hidden nature. As shadows stir in the Isle of the Lost, whispers of a forgotten magic capable of breaking curses - or amplifying them - reach Auradon. Adam must choose between upholding his family's perfect image and embracing the wild power within to protect the kingdom from a rising darkness that seeks to exploit his every vulnerability.
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Todos mis descendientes
By @Florencia Altamirano
"Mí pobre hermana murió joven junto a su amado dejando a su descarriada hija sola a manos de un infeliz." Atacó Remedios Arias. "Tia no lo conoces, el me ama." Habló en tono suplicante Sara defendiendo a Gustavo. "Sara vas a darle la espalda a la familia, a la tradición, por el hijo de una buscona." La tía Remedios hizo oídos sordos a las palabras de su sobrina. "Si" "Entonces recuerda mis palabras, ningún hijo tuyo, nadie que lleve tu sangre jamás podrá ser feliz mientras escoja al amor antes que a la familia." Sara conocía el poder de las palabras, creció con ello, ninguna Arias debía maldecir porque nuestra sangre era poderosa y nuestras palabras eran ley. Sara suplico y trato de revertir la maldición pero tristemente le tocó ver cómo su amor se retorció hasta consumir todo los que construyó
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The Shadow by the Old Fence
By @มิกกี้มิกกี้
On a rain-swept night, Preaw, a young man haunted by his past, takes a forbidden shortcut past the decrepit old fence. A spectral voice beckons him, a phantom of a bygone era, bound to the land by a century-old curse. The spirit, an old land caretaker, trapped since 1937, believes Preaw is the 'new owner' and demands he 'inspect' the property. Now, Preaw is ensnared in a chilling cosmic horror, the boundaries between worlds blurring as the spirit's spectral footprint inches closer to his home. He must unravel the true nature of this curse, lest he becomes the next caretaker, forever bound to the spectral entity by the old fence.
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Llanto de sombra
By @ANA ROCHA
After a critical mission falters, the harsh words of a frustrated Chrom cut deeper than any blade, accusing Robin of strategic failure. As Robin calmly defends his choices, a sudden nosebleed, dizziness, and collapse reveal a far more sinister threat than a battlefield wound. Lissa's healing touch falters, recognizing the uncurable decay. It is Tharja, with a chilling whisper, who identifies the ancient Plegian curse: the 'Llanto de Sombra,' a slow drain of mana and life force. This malevolent affliction offers no definitive cure, only desperate treatments to stabilize its relentless progression. Now, Robin, the brilliant strategist, must not only outwit enemies but also battle the encroaching darkness within, as his very existence hangs by a thread, challenging his gentle nature and strategic mind.
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ये जादू है जिन्न का
By @Kaalzero
Aman, a scion of a cursed lineage, carries the chilling burden of transforming into a monstrous beast under the lunar eclipse. Every full moon, he fights an internal battle against the demonic jinn blood coursing through his veins, a curse that claimed his family before him. But when Roshni, a powerful but naive sorceress, inadvertently binds their fates, Aman's solitary struggle intensifies. Roshni wields raw, untamed magic, a power that could either shatter Aman's curse or empower the very jinn he despises. Their world, shrouded in ancient enchantments and hidden evils, teeters on the brink. Aman must now choose: surrender to the darkness within to protect Roshni, or risk losing himself and her to the encroaching jinn dominion, a force far older and more insidious than he ever imagined. The clock is ticking, and the next eclipse looms.
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Bones of the Shroud-Elk
By @john1208
The Yul-Gorek was the guardian of the permafrost, a majestic beast with antlers of petrified ironwood that kept the lethal blizzards at bay. When Torvak, the village's ruthless timber baron, slaughters the beast to sell its legendary antlers to lowland elites, the winter descends with unnatural, howling fury. But the true horror is the Splinter-Blight. Those who shared in the profit or ate the meat find their joints stiffening. Wooden splinters push painfully from beneath their fingernails. Soon, their own ribs branch out, piercing their flesh to root them to the floorboards as living, conscious trees of agony. As the lethal blizzard worsens, desperate families begin chopping up their mutated, screaming relatives for firewood to survive the cold. The horrifying twist? Inhaling the smoke of the burning guilty spreads the curse to the innocent. Varnok, an exiled ice-cutter immune to the blight, realizes the terrifying truth. To break the cycle and save the uninfected children, he must extinguish every hearth in the settlement. Can he force the guilty to freeze in the pitch-black dark, or will the village burn itself into a forest of ash and bone?
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Cursed to Love
By @Aryan /Aru
Elara, a reclusive librarian, lives haunted by a unique affliction: every touch she initiates results in the target falling hopelessly in love with her. This isn't a blessing, but a curse, forcing her into isolation to protect others from her involuntary allure. Her quiet existence shatters when a powerful, ancient artifact, rumored to break curses, surfaces, drawing the attention of both desperate treasure hunters and the enigmatic Lord Valerius. Valerius, a man whose heart has been cold for centuries, seeks the artifact to restore a lost loved one, oblivious to Elara's own predicament. When a sudden, accidental touch binds them, Elara must navigate a burgeoning, genuine connection while desperately seeking a cure before Valerius's imposed love consumes them both and exposes her secret to a world that would exploit her power.
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The Hollow-Bone Hex
By @john1208
The rain at the merchant's funeral is freezing, but it is the corpse's unnatural posture that chills Khaydruk. As a world-weary feng shui master, he knows corrupted earth-energy when he sees it, but the merchant’s neck - snapped a full one-hundred-and-eighty degrees backward - screams of an intelligent, cold-blooded grudge. The isolated mountain village of Qeng-Dhar is under siege. Elder Kharom recently slaughtered the peak’s sacred Yurlun Owl, selling its crystalline plumage to wealthy lowlanders. Yet Kharom is no greedy tyrant; he used the silver to buy grain for a community ravaged by a three-year famine. Now, the owl’s calculating spirit has returned to collect its toll. The curse is methodical: anyone who consumed the purchased food feels their bones painfully hollowing out like a bird's, their skin rupturing with sharp golden feathers as their heads slowly twist backward to face the mountain they betrayed. Armed with only his compass, his biting sarcasm, and a hopelessly chatty incense-peddler named Pobur, Khaydruk must navigate shifting, hostile earth-lines to break the hex. But as Kharom’s desperate, sympathetic motives are revealed, Khaydruk faces a cynical choice: how do you exorcise a curse when the monster's vengeance is entirely justified?
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The Silt-Terrapin's Ledger
By @john1208
The Sunken Terraces of Narmad relied on the ancient Pearl-Silt Terrapin to filter the toxic, abyssal mud. But when Patriarch Bhaimin butchers the sacred beast to carve its iridescent shell into a pleasure barge, the terrapin's spirit exacts a terrifying toll. A creeping calcification infects anyone who profited from the slaughter, growing a crushing, agonizing internal shell that slowly paralyzes them. The twist? The curse strictly tracks the flow of the blood money. To stall their petrification, the guilty elites begin aggressively forcing their wealth onto the town's impoverished outcasts, weaponizing 'charity' to pass the curse. Vashni, a cynic who refused the initial hush-money, watches his fellow slum-dwellers eagerly accept the tainted gold, only to begin hardening into living statues days later. As the infected elites grow so unnaturally heavy that their weight threatens to snap the stilt-village into the toxic swamp, Vashni must track down the scattered pieces of the pleasure barge to appease the spirit. Can he reassemble the shattered carapace before the desperate elites force their deadly fortune onto him?
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