Curse Painter Novels & Stories

I used to hear that the curse was PGWolf in Minecraft, but I never knew they were just going to work ones too. "Murphy, it is going to be difficult to hold him down like that; you just need to, like, ease up and let all of those strengths go out of him. The Luna curse power cannot be contained in this body any longer, and since he's already awake, you would need to let it out," Jessica said to Murphy, who finally let the rebel go as he began to breathe heavily, kneeling down to the ground again.

I did make her life a living hell back in school. I can’t believe she thinks I’m going to make her life a living hell now. I’m not that guy anymore; I want her to know that. Me treating her and others like shit is the reason I got cursed in the first place. Maybe I deserve to be stuck like this. I look away from my painting, and my eyes are outside. The daytime will be gone soon, and the nighttime will arrive, and I’ll turn into that beast. “Hey brother!” I flinch, and my hand accidentally moves with the paintbrush still on my hand, destroying my painting.

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

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.

Even from a distance, Li Wei had felt the oppressive aura of the monster - Curse. Curse was shaped like an enormous dragon, but looked ugly like a cursed creature from hell. This Curse was chained to a huge pillar that towered into the sky, and its footwear was a concrete floor. Despite this, Curse seems to be able to rotate 360 degrees, while spitting fire out of its mouth. ARRGH! There were many howls of pain from the fighters who were burned by Curse's fire attack. They were a group of fighters from the Order of No Fear. Li Wei got goosebumps looking at the atmosphere at that time.

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

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.

Cursed my body to endure when all others would fade. Lust became my chain, immortality my cage. I was left to walk through centuries alone, surrounded by obsession, without a pack, without protection, without anyone to stand between me and the hunger I inspired. They called it punishment. I called it survival. And what a body it was. Cursed or blessed, the distinction had long since blurred. I was not blind to it. The weight of my breasts, the curve of my waist, the shape of my arse—men stared, women stared. I knew precisely why. My mouth betrayed me most of all, lips too full, too soft, as though fashioned for begging or being bitten, claimed.

He want something to vent all his anger, hatred and the feeling of unforgivable betrayal! “I may not able to surpass the highest throne,” he said as he shut his eyes close. “But I'll surpass everyone within me. My desire is to punish the Alphas into despair!” The massive creature didn't wait for more babbling and jump so high and to aim to struggling god-like figure. “Shut your mouth!” he roared, sounded so mighty like a ruler descend from the sky. “Receive your death,” he added just as he howled to strike the mighty claw to a devastated foes, “Demonic Saint!”