Cursed Audiobook Novels & Stories

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

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

Before I can open my mouth to say a word, he is halfway through the door. I huff and return my attention to the book. I don't know if I thought I will be able to understand them better or that I expect a miracle to happen but the words still look the same to me. Meaningless jargons jumbled together. I bite my cheek, flipping through the pages until I end up on the final page. Words are scrawled on the lower end and surprisingly I can read them. ‘A cursed union doomed from the very start.’ I freeze, chills crawling down my spine as soon as the words register in my mind.

"I know the three unforgivable curses and I couldn't wait to tell you." I bit my cheek to refrain from smiling. "Really? Let's hear it." "Killing Curse, Cruciatus, and Imperius." I smiled. "You got it!" I watched his smile grew into a full grin. "Did you read the entire book or did you just skimming through pages to search for it?" I secretly hoped he'd be dedicated enough to read the entire book. Honestly, it was hard for me to understand people who skipped some pages of a book.

Gates flooded inside his mind and the doors that he currently went through are still not enough to see everything and the plan at the very end at hand, yet is bringing him the chill and excitement he surely is loving more than ever. ‘A verse yet to see, read it aloud, and there it comes to a death angel who will claim your soul.’ Taken by the words and the depiction that took him more than the wonder and the truth out of the facts of the other verses, that are the howling stance of the book they are all running in a circle from. He draws a Cheshire-like smile unto his face, as he flips the pages of the book once more. Arriving unto that certain place where the curse is looming from within.

"I want you to stop pretending you're the heroes of this story when you're not." "That's enough." Dorian's voice cracked like a whip. "Both of you, sit down." We sat. The tension in the room was suffocating. Dorian walked back to his desk and pulled out a large, leather-bound book. "What Miss Ashford is describing is the curse we now call the Founder's Curse. It's been killing vampires slowly for three centuries. And it's accelerating." "Can it be broken?" someone asked. The question sounded desperate.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

The crack still ran down the center of the book’s final page, thin as a splinter, dark as ash. No words had returned. No ink. No revelation. Just that damn humming. I’d traced the curve of it over and over again with my fingertips until my skin was raw and my nerves on edge. But whatever was hidden inside that page refused to show itself. “Maybe it’s cursed,” Sevrin said from the far corner of the chamber. “Wouldn’t be the first time the Council tried to bury knowledge behind a spell designed to break minds.”

And he let me claw my own eyes out because he left me alone with voices I couldn't silence. I closed my eyes. The bone's hunger pressed against my mind. It offered me a simple solution. One act. One choice. And the curse would be gone. Kael would be free. I would be free. The voices would stop. But freedom built on erasure wasn't freedom. It was just a different kind of cage. I opened my eyes. "No," I said. The bone's pulse stuttered. No? The stones' hum sharpened. You refuse the gift?