Curse Dolls Novels & Stories

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?"

My voice came out in a squeak, and Zephyr pulled me closer to him, caressing my arms softly. The shaman looked past me for a moment before meeting my eyes. "A vessel," she answered. "A charm. Some might call it a voodoo doll. But in our ways, it is simply a tool… a focus for the curse." Zephyr remained quiet, but I could tell he was upset. Maybe even silently seething. "A doll?" I said again, almost laughing, except nothing about this was funny. The word felt absurd on my tongue, like it belonged in some cheap horror film.

F*ck, I’m losing it in here. I resisted the desire to pull my dress off me, along with everything under, and go over to them, suck each of their needing d*cks till they became sore. ‘Like that’s possible.’ The temperature continued rising and I cursed whoever was behind the controls. ‘I think you should take it easy with curses. Don’t you remember what happened last time?’ The curse. The council said it was my curse that made them sterile. It was scary to think that it could be true.

In fact, he became even more arrogant and coldly stated, "Now that I've been discovered, I'll tell you the truth. Ms. O'Quinn's curse cannot be lifted..." Yet, before he could finish his sentence, Esther snatched the Voodoo doll away from him and crushed it. "Without the Voodoo doll, the curse naturally breaks. Even I know that!" Kenji was stunned. Curse casters' curse objects were hard to come by, and once destroyed, they might never find a replacement. Esther opened her hand, revealing the shattered remains of the Voodoo doll and exposing the cursed object inside. It was a shriveled, blackened finger with eerie, ominous glints emanating from its dark nail.

fuck fate and its stupid eyebrows. The contract was activating. The seal was awakening. And Theo, who had spent centuries hating humans for reasons even he no longer remembered, was being forced to kneel before one. Slowly, Theo felt the final condition. The binding would only be complete through a kiss—an ancient rite, older than language. Refusing it meant death. His spirit would burn, along with the last remnant of Nexus’s power inside him. Theo stared at her, face twisted in loathing.