Curse Dolls Novels & Stories

Peter asked. “A witch placed a curse on him, a hex could cause a variety of illnesses but that witch meant madness and that is why your friend is sick. You are were right, modern medicine cannot cure him. I will call elder Wendy, we must begin the unhexing right away.” Dahlia said as she reached out for her phone in her bag. “We have to begin now, you will see for yourself during the session,” Dahlia said hurriedly as though there was no more time and this scared Peter, he could not lose Darin.

He hugged me tightly and said stroking my hair," Shh! Shh!! Don't cry. I knew that my doll will learn her lesson quickly. I knew that. I will not use them on you" I am only sobbing and didn't hug him back. I feel his hug is getting tightened. I know he wants me to hug him back and I immediately did that. After some time he broke the hug and cupped my face in his both palm. He is looking at me intensely but I couldn't find that much courage to look into his eyes directly. He said softly," If you ever try to do anything stupid than I will not hesitate to use them on you. Understood? "

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

"When destroyed, the doll releases a black mist carrying the residue of a curse. The mist contains the remnants of energy from the victims—those sacrificed to strengthen the ritual. And what's even more terrifying is that we discovered the doll's presence can obscure spiritual awareness, even toward the Moon Goddess." Silence enveloped the room before the Leader Investigation continued. "However, the doll is not the only one. We believe there are others hidden in different locations. We are still searching for them," he continued, his voice growing heavier. Some Alphas exchanged glances with clenched jaws, while some Lunas began to grip their couples' hands tightly. The tension that had not

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

Elena went sheet‑white. Her sewing fell from her lap. “Dolls?” she whispered. “What kind of dolls?” “Twigs,” I said. “Bone. Hair. One with a lock the exact color of mine, tied around its neck. A symbol carved into its chest that matches the curse under Lucian’s skin.” Her hands clutched at the arms of the chair. “That’s not—” she started.

"The two skewers of the fireplace were tucked into Mrs. Delfine's eyes. I heard it was a horror, to make matters worse she was smiling." It was just that piece of conversation that Artemisia remembered, but at least for the young woman, it spoke enough about her great-aunt's state of mind. And it was also the detail that Artemisia needed to make sure that she and her great aunt were the only ones affected by that whole curse, at least the only ones who were hit the hardest. As much as the curse wasn't even real in the end, it had hit them both like a tornado, taking everything away from them, Delfine's life and then Artemisia's.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

she said but then shook her head. “Unfortunately, that’s not the reality I see” she added. She then raised her second finger. “The second one was that he would win, if he won then he would have no choice but to mate with his mate Charlotte and then I win” she said. “Wait, why would you win if those two mate?” I asked her and she smiled. “You see its because those two are cursed. The moment they mate the curse is triggered they will die no matter what. It could be an illness or be killed by people” she said.

"Can you tell me a bit about your story? A brief plot or something like that. Maybe I can help you with the ending." Although I wasn't really good at endings. "It's all about two angels that have been cursed by a demon." He still was looking at the air. "What's the demon's cursed against them?" I wanted him to look at me. I was trying to reach for his eyes but he kept on moving his hed sidewards just to avoid my gaze. "The guy will live forever. He will live forever in human world. He will never die," he cleared his throat. "Never." "That's a curse?" My brows crossed. "But isn't that what almost everyone wants? To live forever or at least longer."