Among Us Cursed Novels & Stories

Quartney smiled menacingly and said, “That’s not an ordinary curse. It’s called the Sorrowful Spirit's Curse. I acquired it from a fragmented scroll left behind by Franciscus. I combined it with Deadgory Bugs and cursed every member above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. “Once I die, everyone cursed will also perish, regardless of their strength.” Quartney laughed wildly and said, “It’ll be easy for you to kill me, but I’ll bring down everyone above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank with me. That includes the Heavenly Warriors, eighty-four powerhouses at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation, three hundred or so at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation’s upper grade, and middle grade. You’ll b

“Do not fear, Laura. All great struggle demands sacrifice.” “What sacrifice?!” I tried to ask. But Miguma launched herself into the air, kicking Melody so hard her face snapped sideways. Miguma screamed a spell that made the entire desert tremble. “ICKPE DESTRUYUM LEOTAR EUTHANASIÁ!” A curse of gods. A killing spell. Melody’s eyes widened. “No—dedi—“ Her counter spell never finished. Lightening fell like the wrath of the heavens. “KRRRZZAATTT—!!”

“Do you think this is going to fix anything? Do you think Amara will come back because you’re beating the crap out of each other?” Jaxon wiped the blood from his lip, glaring at me. “I’m sick of him acting like he’s innocent in all of this.” “And I’m sick of you acting like you’re some kind of victim,” I shot back. Caden’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might hit us both. “We’re cursed,” he said, his voice low and trembling. “We were supposed to be her mates. We were supposed to protect her. But all we’ve done is destroy her.”

"Just like the others, you will die here." "I have no intention of dying anytime soon." Arissa countered. "You have no choice." The voice cackled. "The curse has already begun and your time is limited." "What is that supposed to mean?" I demanded, attempting to jump up but stopping as Arissa grabbed me. "Do you intend to burn yourself?" She demanded, narrowing her gaze. "Those are flames, you know." "I’m aware." "Then sit back down and let the creepy face finish what it is saying."

She smiled at me. Athena, is it possible to fall more deeply? Because you’re right. You will never be my curse. Loving you will never be a curse for me. Because if that’s the case, I’ll thank the goddess for cursing me. "What? T-this…this is…" Lucas couldn’t continue his word. This was one time, way back when he heard the story of my parents that Amos told him. I understand. No one knows that. "So you’re telling me that you are cursed? If that’s the case, then why did you run away from the pack? " He sounded flabbergasted.

She howled, picking me up from the bench by my sore arm. “I don’t really have a choice here..” I shot back, trying to keep my tone very low. “You think you can change him? I have been here longer than anyone else and I will tell you the truth. You can’t stay here with that man!” I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly pulled my hand away from hers, “why not?” I asked and she scoffed. “Jordan is cursed! There’s a beast living within him and he won’t tell you this because he wants to trap you here and drain the life out of you until you have absolutely nothing to live for!”

Carmen screamed in agony, her face pale, but she was still alive. For the very last cut, Evan aimed the knife right at Carmen's heart. I quickly got in between them and tried to hug Evan, saying, "No, you can't! Don't do anything stupid, Evan. Chief Jones will be here soon. She'll get the punishment she deserves. You can't kill her. You'll go to prison!" I cried as I begged for him to stop, but his eyes were flashing with hostility. Outside, the sound of the police siren started ringing. Then, someone kicked the door down, and Henry rushed in. He shouted when he saw Evan, who was covered in blood and had the scalpel raised.

Whatever fragile hope of peace this meeting was meant to build is gone, crumbling like ash between my fingers. All that’s left are wolves glaring at me with murder in their eyes. All that’s left is the bond thrumming louder than ever, wild and undeniable, reminding me with every breath that Ronan Draven’s life is mine and mine is his. The last sound that cuts through the chaos, through the whispers and growls and the pounding in my ears, is a single word rolling like thunder across both packs: “Cursed.” It doesn’t matter who says it first. It doesn’t matter who echoes it after.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.