Cursed Bath Novels & Stories

, I step her back and we can all hear her back crack as Mrs Bahedia yelps, Aiden and Mr Bahedia howl and everyone else there howls too. "You forget who I am. I am Sasha Vahemir, the heir to the throne, the sourde de san, the hybrid. I was fine with the humiliation five years ago because it was thrown at only me but this, this was thrown at the entire coven. And the coven is a place I don't joke with. My family are my life and you ridiculed them. You just peeled open a wound that took years to heal? Did you expect I'd sit calm? No darling. No. I am not the Sasha from five years ago.", I apply another pressure and her back cracks even more, I kick her and she flies to the end of the room, her

That was the problem with The Cursed; they died before we could do any proper research on it and their bodies turned to ashes, leaving us grappling at nothing. There was one thing we knew about the cursed: they were betas that were demon-possessed. All of them had a pentagram, a sign of demon possession, on the bottom left side of their necks. It explained why betas suddenly had power and strength that could par with an average alpha. “Did you find out anything about it? Where did it come from? Who it was?” “Yes, we managed to get that. Just like the others, it was a beta, Joe Blake from Jannah.”

Written in a script older than Romanian, older than Slavic- Older than Valentina. My fingers trembled when I opened the first page. “My name is Lord Andrei Bathory, father of Valentina Bathory. The curse begins today.” My breath caught. Her father. The monster under the old ruins. The one Lorkan whispered about. The one Valentina still visited in secret. The journal explained everything- How he tortured witches centuries ago. How one of them cursed him with decay and eternal hunger. How he survived by consuming blood of lineages.

I just stood there arms hanging at my sides, staring at the concrete floor as dirty water swirled around my feet. Everything felt bleak. Carla’s blood was gone from my skin, washed away in this same place yesterday evening, but I could still feel it — sticky and warm, the metallic smell clinging to the back of my throat. Her last words kept repeating in my head like a broken record. *Bath… wall… corner…* What the hell did that mean? Was it a message? A warning? A location for something hidden? I scanned the bathhouse walls again,the same rusted pipe and the same drains clogged with hair and soap scum.

quota for the century. ​The bath was... a problem. ​It was too perfect. The steam curled toward the ceiling like a beckoning ghost, and the water was hot enough to boil away my sins. I sank in with a sigh so loud it probably triggered a noise complaint two floors down. ​Finally. Peace. No vampires. No ex-husbands. No corporate gaslighting. Just me, the bubbles, and the dangerous, seductive thought that I could close my eyes for just one second...

What if he didn't want me? What if he decided that he didn't want to bother with a mute runt after all? ..... I walked into the bathhouse, fear and uncertainty gripping me tightly. Heat wrapped around me, thick and heavy with steam, carrying the scent of cedarwood and musk. The walls were made of dark marble, flickering with the glow of lanterns, and at the center of the vast room was a massive steaming pool, carved directly into the stone. Smooth black rocks protruded from the water, making it impossible to see the full depth of the bath, but the size of it—it could have fit a hundred people with ease.

I wish I could just die first. "There is a big hollow in my memories. Why can't I still remember everything? Please, there may be other beautiful things left in my life. Oh, please. Bring my memories back. I want to know who I was. ." I said as I was crying. **** Nighttime came, and I was taken to the bathhouse where concubines usually bathe. There was an extremely large, round, warm pool of water made of white marble and taps inside the bathhouse. There was a marble table with soap, perfume, and fruits. Why do they put bowls of fruit in the bath house?

his heart was tainted and no amount of water and soap would wash that away! "You little scramp!" the man hisses and grabs both my arms, forcing me to step backwards, my back hitting the wooden altar. "You think you can go around and command me like this?! Tsk! Your kind should be burnt on a stake, not wed in a church to a holy man like me!" his fingers sink into my flesh, painfully. "You should be thankful that someone accepts you as you are, tainted and full of another's seed! Maybe a good beating will solve that-" his hand raises and he's ready to strike me, but I don't cower.

I said and quickly rushed to my armoire to pick out a new dress and a towel. We headed to the bath house and thankfully, there was only one girl around and she seemed to be done, she left as soon as we arrived. "We should bathe really quickly before the others arrive, especially Nyx. She makes everyone leave and wait until she's done. If you refuse, she'll humiliate you in front of everyone else. She stole my clothes once and I was made to walk through the halls naked, I was laughed at and mocked for weeks. It's an experience I'll never forget.