Curse Dolls Novels & Stories

’ Read this part here. ‘Anyone who knows how to use it can use relics. Items such as these can summon ghosts or even demons or may even curse someone. These could be items such as a voodoo doll, a small statue, or symbols made from twine or other materials. If it’s a curse, they usually place the item under the victim’s pillow or bed.’ She looks up from the book. ‘Okay, and what’s this got to do with anything?’ ‘We should search your room for any relics, just in case.’

I muttered quietly before I could stop myself. And unexpectedly, the corner of Dante’s mouth twitched faintly. Not amusement exactly. Just tired acknowledgment. Then his expression grew serious again. “As the bond deepens further,” he said carefully, “something else begins forming.” I frowned immediately. “What?” Dante held my gaze steadily for a moment before answering. “The council calls it the curse-child.” Every muscle in my body froze instantly. “The what?” “It’s not a physical child,” he clarified immediately, noticing my expression. “Not literally.”

The elder witches underestimated their sister, but they knew better. “How do I cure it; all spells has a cure or reversal how do I get rid of this curse?” Urrale asked, looking at her sisters for the first time since she entered the meeting room. They looked at their sister sadly, even though they knew all the things that she has done, but they still loved her. They loved the person she used to be, not the evil being that has stolen her soul. “You can’t reverse,what has been done .” One of the Elders said, snidely. Urrale looked at the Elder with wild eyes. “You’re lying all spells have a cure or reversal method were taught that as children. You will tell me how to cure or reverse this curs

An offer was given to them, their puppet child must marry a bastard son in exchange for a large sum of money and a few percent of the stock in the large company. Dahlia didn't refuse as she blamed herself for the curse. However, the unexpected happened once again. On June 24, Dahlia received her curse. Just as the bus hit her, memories that don't belong to her shows up as time slowed down. "I curse you and all your generation to bring all misfortune to everyone around you! You will give birth to a baby who is born with the black eyes that hold this curse!" "And... When the baby reached the same age as my son you killed, the curse will hunt that child to death the same day you killed my son!"

She died on the spot. In this life, Sally decided to switch paths early and made preparations ahead of time. So she wasn't as vicious toward me as she had been before. Even then, she still failed. Because she never expected me to uncover the truth. Sally refused to accept it. "So what if you figured it out? No one can break the curse. The only person who knew how is dead. Kyla, you're still going to die by my hand in this life." I didn't say a word. I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm.

Tens of thousands years ago, one discover something that shock the realities of the world... It lead the nation to a great change; affects throughout the world, the change brought a new beginning. The beginning of the curse... "This has to stop," a voice of a woman says, gentle rubbing the crystalize ball that twinkling about. She was place in the dark, only her voice reach the every corner of the room. "Tell me," a voice of man response, his voice gentle. Setting across the high-level throne that shone with bizzare gold, his lips parted as his eyes shone with strange light. "What it is you wish to conquer?"

“We don’t want your bow, Elara. We want your rise. Come willingly, and I will show you how to break your chains. How to become what you were meant to be.” My wolf snarled. “Liar.” I took a step forward. “What I’m meant to be is not your pawn.” The Mourner raised her hand. The air split open. From the crack in the sky, a black shadow emerged. I stumbled back. It wasn’t a Wyrm. It was worse. It was a creature made of bone and smoke, with eyes like bleeding stars and claws that scraped across reality itself. Kael whispered, “What is that?” Lucan swore under his breath. “That’s the First Curse.”

Her final, twisted "thank you." *** Later, I heard Sienna left Rivera once her probation was up. She never touched the frozen trust fund. Chose to live her own way instead. Rumors said she'd been seen out in the sticks, teaching kids art and music. A volunteer. A ghost of the girl she used to be. I thought of her smile—and without meaning to, pulled out my phone. On a dark web forum, I started a new post. [Coma doll. Young. Stunning. $500/hr.]

Davil grows into a giant and a tear drops. "Losing her child and womb is nothing compared to what I plan to take from her. I will take and take until she is isolation and I will have the last attack. I will break her until there is nothing left to break. An eye for the whole body part, "he grin, and I walk backwards. Davil continues, "She doesn't deserve to be happy. A curse deserves to be treated as one"

Watching her leave in high spirits, I felt a weight lift from my heart. The moment she had gifted me the bottle, I'd asked my best friend to pass it along to the neighbors. Their son, Derrick, had XYY syndrome and was notorious for his cruelty—tormenting stray cats and, more recently, attempting to assault a little girl. His mother, equally unreasonable and vicious, had made herself a terror in the neighborhood. Most people avoided them at all costs. When I offered the bottle to them, they were only too happy to accept it. Though Derrick was already an adult, his mental development had frozen at age five, and he still used baby bottles to drink water.