Among Us Cursed Novels & Stories

My fingers brushed a single, sharp shard of the silver glass. "Seraphina, stop!" I shouted. "The pack is free! You’ve already lost!" The Corrupted Wolf didn't listen. It crouched, its muscles coiling for a lethal jump. The air around it turned cold, the violet corruption leaching the life out of the very stones. The Deep Suspense Caleb was struggling to get up, his ribs clearly broken, his wolf snarling in frustration as the corruption in the air slowed his healing. "Elara! RUN!"

Her words were venomous. "You have done a sin of separating two mates from each other... I curse you, Augustus... You will be separated from your mate just like me. You killed him when he was loving me, you will never be able to show your affection and love to your mate because when you do, she will die just like my mate died... He was not alert because he trusted me with his safety, he knew I'll protect him but you broke that trust, I curse you that you will never be able to win the trust of your mate and when you do, she will die in your arms just like my mate died..." She growled while struggling to attack him.

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

The world outside looked like a cottage core dream. Selena turned around and grimaced. The shrine—her cursed assignment—was still gloomier than a tax office, with thunderclouds coiling ominously above it like it had committed several felonies. And the worst part? The storm was exclusive. It hovered only above the shrine, like nature itself had obvious favoritism.

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

With her creased hands folded in her lap, the elder who had raised her voice bowed her head. "You mean to postpone it?" "Until it's time for the pack." With a forceful voice that broke through their unspoken words, I said. "Having no rite is preferable to having a cursed one." For a moment, my only response was the crackle of flames. The elders then slowly nodded their heads in accord, one by one. Elder Vara, the youngest and seventh member of the council, leaned back in his chair from the far end of the crescent.