Cursed Ai Art Novels & Stories

Scrolls glowed faintly under runic wards; the air trembled with restrained force. Lucifer motioned for him to continue. “What else?” “Greed said the curse reacts to pure Chaos,” Caius replied. “She didn’t understand why, only that when her mark touched untainted chaos energy, it weakened." Allistair stilled. “My energy.” Caius nodded. “If you channel it precisely enough to cleanse, not consume, you might unravel the sigils one by one.” Lucifer's jaw set. "And if it backfires?"

The peaceful garden had become a scene from hell itself. “You cannot escape the fate that has already been written for you,” the entity hissed, using Aunt Gellie’s mouth. “It is imprinted in your blood, in your personality, and in your cursed ability to see creatures that do not belong to the world of the living. When this ends… you will be mine.”

The power of the curse, trapped by the Confinement, elevated the Confinement Art to the next level. This situation caused James to be delirious. “It worked?” He could not conceal his ecstasy. Subsequently, he tried performing the Reincarnation Art. The Reincarnation Art was this Curse Art Supernatural Power’s name because it could immediately age a living being, causing them to lose their life force in a short time. He called this Reincarnation. Based on his understanding, Reincarnation was the process from life to death. “Reincarnation.” He sat on the ground with his legs crossed. His mind stirred, and the black characters in his body materialized into an enormous power that incessantly exu

"Please, Laia, I am begging you. I can tell him to leave me and choose you instead. I just want my mother back. My father has not visited me here yet, I am so worried. The pack is in danger now, the neighboring pack is planning to attack us and our army was not well because of the curse. You love Kylo, right? Will you be happy if he loses his pack? Will you be happy seeing him grieving for his dead pack members? "I am not like you who can not jump off the cliff for him even if he was doing everything for you." She rebutted, which hit me more than it seemed. "Then undo the curse, I promise to give him to you. Please undo the curse." She stared at me and softly smiled. "I cannot undo the curse

he said. "What! It can't be. I was the one he loved at first. Why the sudden twist of fate?" I asked. "You have to understand that the Alpha is under a curse and the only person that can help him break it is that girl and that's why they are bonded together," he explained. "Curse…! I think I have a brief knowledge of that," she said. "I am telling you all this so that you won't feel worse when you find him in the arms of another woman. They are fated mates," he said.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

But the Moon Goddess, in all her cruelty or maybe mercy, offered me a loophole. “Bear an heir,” she said. “Give life, and you shall keep yours.” It sounded simple. Too simple. I had the looks, the money, and eventually, the power to get any woman with as much as a glance. But every woman I touched after that… they died. Some barely lasted a few days after conception. Others never made it past the first night. Their bodies couldn’t handle the curse in my blood. The lycan venom. Whatever the fuck it was.

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

She howled, picking me up from the bench by my sore arm. “I don’t really have a choice here..” I shot back, trying to keep my tone very low. “You think you can change him? I have been here longer than anyone else and I will tell you the truth. You can’t stay here with that man!” I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly pulled my hand away from hers, “why not?” I asked and she scoffed. “Jordan is cursed! There’s a beast living within him and he won’t tell you this because he wants to trap you here and drain the life out of you until you have absolutely nothing to live for!”

It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one. I opened my eyes which was filled with agony. My heart felt heavy from the burden I had been carrying for thousands of years. I regretted the day I had killed that innocent man thinking he was responsible for the death of my parents. What I didn’t know was the man had been cursed and whoever killed him would be the new host of the curse. Being able to live for thousands of years might be the longing of many wolves but not me as I was tired of repeating the same cycle over and over again.