Curse Dolls Novels & Stories

Her voice screeched like nails on a coffin lid: “Damballah (Vodou serpent spirit) swallow you whole, bébé (baby)! You think you escape me? Dis (This) curse’ll rot your bones ‘fore sunrise!” She hurled the gris-gris (curse bag)—a stinking knot of grave dirt, baby teeth, and vulture claws—straight at my chest. Before I could flinch, Gwo Pistoleer lunged. His boot connected with the bag mid-air, sending it rocketing back at Louise. It struck her square between the eyes, bursting into a cloud of powdered bone and bitter herbs.

We decided to step into one of the shops, a bell tinkling as we entered. The interior was cramped and dusty, filled to the brim with all manner of strange objects. Dolls with eerily lifelike eyes stared at us from shelves, while jars of wet specimens lined the walls. “Creepy,” I muttered, picking up a small figurine that seemed to be made of bones. Chris nodded, examining a collection of ‘cursed’ amulets. “Yeah, but kind of fascinating too, don’t you think?”

I wonder aloud while lost in thought. “Not quite,” Shanna responds, surprising me. “Like spells, curses can be cast using a magic circle and words, but they also require a sacrifice. Certain curses require blood, others require the caster to be in direct contact with the recipient at all times. The sacrifice for each curse is different. Most witches use a doll to decrease or negate the sacrifice.” “Are the dolls effective?” I interject. “Yes. If the curse requires two cups of blood, with a doll you would only need to give a single drop,” Shanna explains. “It works like a substitute for the caster and allows them to cast curses without a sacrifice.”

He calmly said, "At its core, it's just a curse from the Island Nation. While it's effective, in the end, it's just some wicked tricks. It's so unpresentable!" Then, Harvey stepped forward and immediately appeared before Ghostface and extended his palm. Slap! The slap cleanly hit Ghostface's face, and that immediately broke the curse he was trying hard to continue to chant. In that moment, the doll also lost its power instantly and burned into ash surrounded by black smoke. Ghostface was stunned when he saw what had happened and instantly roared. "You fool! How dare you destroy the treasure belonging to the Origin Ninjas! I'll have your life for this!"

he asked. “Of course, I will!” Hierro said and smiled. Reyan looked at him before he sighed. “The witches are famous for their curses, and there are many kinds of curses, casted upon in many ways.” He started. “One way to cast a curse is to make a doll, which serves as a medium, or a replacement, of the person you wanted to curse.” He spoke. “In order for the curse to work, the caster needed to have an object personally used by the person that they wanted to curse.” He explained. “The more important this object is, the more effective, as well as lethal, the curse will be.” He told him.

=== Huh. Zen raised a brow at the description. Cursed dolls sounded like the work of witches more than an accessory. It did not sound very appealing, but Zen could see the appeal in creating these dolls. With enough cursed dolls, it would be possible to create a powerful formation to weaken, restrain or even trap monsters for farming purposes. If he could use them on boss monsters, support class players like him would become invaluable to parties. Finding the Topknot Samurai Vampire gave Zen some hope. Maybe he could also find the sunglasses-wearing purple mushroom variant in the area. If anyone knew the behavioural characteristics of these fungi monsters, it would be Hernie the Herbologist.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

His ruthless greed and hunger for power had poisoned him inside and out. Layla wondered about Nolwenn's curse placed on Ravana and those he turned. The First Chosen had said that to break her curse that Layla's heart would have to break one last time. With a shudder, she remembered when Atreus slit his own throat with the dagger. Her heart had broken the moment he died before being resurrected. Yet, the curse had not broken then. The curse finally broke when Atreus killed Ravana with The First Chosen's stake.

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

The crimson kimono shimmered eerily in the dimness, and the smile on its face grew even more pronounced. At some point, the flan on the offering table had shriveled and blackened, as if all its moisture had been sucked out. In the bowl of clear water, a layer of fine black fuzz floated, identical to the bead hanging from the doll's hairpin. A strange laughter echoed through the basement. This doll was the very same Evil Doll that had escaped from Carl's hands. Ever since it was injured that time, it had been recuperating, constantly interacting with humans, fulfilling their wishes, feeding on their souls, and accepting their offerings.