Am I Cursed By God Novels & Stories

Try me more if you can. I was cursing a death god in my mind. The one who cursed us dead ones not to die and to give him armies of innocent souls. I just hope those kids were baptized and they will still have a chance by their god. Go fucking fight between each other for three souls you crazy shitty gods. Oh, he will be so mad. But she is worthy of all of that she is worthy of all my world, of a fucking war.

My eyes grew twice the size of a ping-pong ball. "Don't look at me like that, she's got nice butt!" Cammie just said as if it would justify her naughty deed. "Besides she helped me with my Sanskrit homework, so I made her scream my name along with her Hindu gods." "You're going to hell, Cam, you know that," I said, even I'm not religious. "I bet hell is full of fabulous people like me." She smirked.

"You’re overthinking it. The curse isn’t just magic—it’s tied to emotions, to pain, and fear. You have to confront those emotions head-on. That’s the only way you’ll break it." I bit my lip, tears stinging my eyes. "What if I’m not strong enough? What if I fail them?" "You won’t," Elian said, his voice steady. "Because you care. That’s your strength, Amara. Use it." I nodded, wiping away the tears threatening to fall. I couldn’t afford to doubt myself, not now. I closed my eyes again, drawing on the memory of the Triplets before the curse—Jaxon’s rare, soft smiles, Caden’s protective nature, Ryder’s playful charm. Those moments reminded me why I was fighting.

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

The Wyres adopted it years ago when they were cursed, turning to a new Goddess to worship. “They have chosen this cord, colored like blood, to represent the life that has been lost. And for the life that will no longer be wasted. As their hands are tied, we remember that these ties are not to bind, but to strengthen the vow of their commitment to themselves and their people.

Beneath it was nothing but cursed ground. I walked alone to the center. The obsidian shard glowed in my palm. Sabine called out, "Name what you are." "Unwilling," I said. "Unclaimed. Undone." The ground shook. "Name what you carry." "A cursed bond. A broken love. A power no one asked for." Light flared. The god rose. It had no face. Only a mouth. A hunger. And it knew me. "Daughter of fire," it said. "You will be mine."

Why does the concept of me getting to know him, seem like torture to him? “For starters, when were you going to tell me you were cursed by the God, Jartre?” I hear a plate shatter on the ground as his heart begins to pound in his chest. “How…” I roll my eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence. I was nearly struck down by lightning by someone who cursed you and because they hate you, want me dead. It’s simple deduction. Jartre is the only God with the power to shatter worlds and harness the power of lightning. A God who can rip a hole through the very fabric of existence, which is why he’s called the God of Gods.”

"Atlas, I was trying to talk to you about the curse. Be serious." ***

Valeria’s POV “How did you get free of the curse?” Azami demanded. “The breaking of a sacred oath brings only pain and death. There is no escaping it.” “I already told you,” I said, “It wasn’t me. I wasn’t the one who broke the oath in the first place, and neither was my mother. The curse must have realized that.” “Impossible,” Azami insisted. “We do not cultivate faulty curses.” “I don’t think it’s faulty,” I said. “I think someone tampered with it. And I think I know who.”