Curse Dolls Novels & Stories

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.

It wasn't like I hadn't tried telling my family about the curse. A month ago, the pack witch, Alina Lopez, told me that the curse was extremely deadly, with no way of lifting it. I would be coughing up blood and dying in a month. The first thing I did was to return home to see my family. As soon as I walked in, I saw my older brother, Kent Greene, happily holding up a beautiful new dress against Natali Fisher. "Dad, Mom, look at the dress Kent bought for me—isn't it beautiful?" Natali twirled around with the dress and looked over to Mom and Dad.

I want my prepedollie again, and I start kissing her fiercely the moment we cross the threshold of the bedroom—but the little menace stops me, pulling back and pressing her palm to my mouth. “I want you too,” Iza says firmly, “but first deal with those girls. And honestly—why did they even come here?” “Well, they never actually left. These are obviously the ones with whom I failed to lift the curse,” I explain, noticing the confusion on my beloved’s face. “If a girl wasn’t honest with me—if she spoke of love she didn’t truly feel—then after our night together she turned into a porcelain sculpture.” “How?.. Those figures…” I see the horror on my girl’s face.

Her heart raced at his nearness, his scent of smoke and pine surrounding her. They had fallen into a crypt. Torches burned with black fire, casting eerie shadows on walls carved with ancient markings. In the center lay a stone altar, glowing faintly beneath a suspended heart-shaped crystal pulsing with red light. Lila’s chest tightened. “The Heart of the Curse.” Cole followed her gaze. “So it’s real.” She nodded. “It feeds on pain, betrayal, and blood. As long as it beats, the curse survives.” He approached it cautiously. “Can it be destroyed?”

“No, no, no—” She wanted to tear the bond out of her own skin. She wanted to rip the mark from her throat. She wanted to be anywhere but here, dangling like a broken marionette, humiliated and ruined and still somehow burning inside. Burning in a way that didn’t feel like life, didn’t feel like power. Burning like a curse that refused to go quiet. The Devil’s broken doll. A thing posed and left, meant to be looked at, meant to be remembered.

The doll rolled out and stopped with its big blue eyes staring directly at Raina. “Is an Annabelle doll.” The crowd erupted into gaps and stifled shouts. Looking at the creepy-looking doll on the ground, Areiza could not help smiling border and border. “What’s the matter, Raina? Don’t you like my gift?” What a pity. I choose her specially for you!” Areiza said, pretending to be sad.

' Whips cracked rhythmically now, marking our skin red, each lash sending jolts that funneled the curse toward release. Tessa moaned loud, body trembling. 'Almost... oh gods, Silas!' Her walls spasmed, orgasm hitting her like a wave, pulling me over the edge. I buried deep, cum flooding her ass as we peaked together— ecstatic double release, bodies locked in the chains. In that moment, our daughter stirred, crawling somehow toward us, her tiny fangs bared. She latched onto my arm with a magical claiming bite, sharp and binding, drawing the curse into her like a sponge.

Serenity shook her head. "Just help me to break the curse." "It's not easy, the state in which you cursed him was emotionally powerful. It had hate, anger, mistrust and mourning... That curse is strong. Not to mention that it's given by one of the powerful witch..." Sabrina said and Serenity looked away in guilt. "Augustus can revive people" Serenity said. "If he kills her and revive her back then will it work... There must be some loophole in it." "Augustus can only revive those people whom he has killed... He might revive her back but there are chances that the curse won't break and if she dies out of natural causes then he can't revive her"