Curse Dolls Novels & Stories

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

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.

The Wyres adopted it years ago when they were cursed, turning to a new Goddess to worship. “They have chosen this cord, colored like blood, to represent the life that has been lost. And for the life that will no longer be wasted. As their hands are tied, we remember that these ties are not to bind, but to strengthen the vow of their commitment to themselves and their people.

And she did just that. “That’s it,” groaned the Eagle King. “suck me good.” The woman had a smile on her face and her eyes went back to focus on the king’s bulging rod. Curtis chuckled that he didn't care. Whether the woman was sucking the old man's balls or his, he didn't give a damn. For she wasn't anyone special to him anyways. She was just a sex toy. She's now officially toss away. Contimination of the king is something he won't take back. And no matter how she much she will begged him in the future, she will be sharing the pit only. He spit, signaling that she's trash to him now.

she murmurs, tracing a finger along the edge of my desk as she moves closer. She stops when our legs touch and leans back against the desk. I swirl the last of my drink and look up at her through my lashes. She smiles and slowly drags her smooth leg against mine. I swallow the whiskey and slide the glass away. Enough. I grip her hip, lift her off the desk, and turn her to face it, bending her over in one motion. I push her skirt up—it’s so tight it snags, and I tear the seam without caring. She gasps.

’ 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 like an Ace in my deck of cards. You are something special. I will keep you." “But you have to promise never to tell anyone what you know. Do we have a deal or not?" Seeing the excitement in its eyes, I was tempted to push my luck a little. “I will do it if you throw in a gadget," I said nervously. My fingers crossed. The doll's smile widened. It pulled out a heart shaped pink vile. “How about I give you a love portion?" it asked rhetorically. “With just one of these, you can turn three of your companions into your love slaves."

Dragging out the pink chair in front of her dressing table, she sat on it and continued reading the bamboo scroll; Unfortunately, the news leaked. The Sonders had their immortal skins torn away and were banished from Long Sheng Jie. Consumed by hatred, they sacrificed their pure souls to the fallen angels in pursuit of revenge. Demons were demons, after all. They cut off the Sonders' once-pointed ears, reshaping them into a rounded form. To fully control the plant elves, the evil Lord replaced their torn skin with a layer of green slime and added wagging tails as symbols of obedience. From that moment on, they became Mynheex, followers of Rvedge, the home of evil.

I guessed that weird sound came from these things after all. Seeing nothing dangerous, I turned to leave. That was when my eyes caught something odd on the top shelf of the desk. It was a little straw doll, crudely made from dried grass, dangling from a hook. Its eyes were pitch-black beads, and three embroidery needles were stabbed into the top of its head. Right through the chest, a large pushpin was brutally jammed into a red heart. A voodoo doll? A curse doll? Why the hell would Tracy have something like this?

She said I had everything going for me, and she wanted to take it for herself. Elias explained that our fates were bound. If something bad happened to me, she'd be affected too. So, she needed a stand-in to take the hit. In the end, the two of them found Mirabelle and lured her with promises of marrying into wealth and prosperity. My men found a voodoo doll with my and Mirabelle's names on it in Elias' room. He was about to destroy it when Elias lunged forward, clutching the doll to his chest. "No, you can't burn it! I'm telling you the truth; the curse has been plotted for too long.