Cursed Bedroom Novels & Stories

The door that led to the bathroom and the door to the closet was on the other side of the room. Aric's bedroom was located behind the sitting area and had a king-sized bed, a bench, floor-to-ceiling windows covered with thick blackout curtains, and of course, my cage. The atmosphere of the entire space was quite masculine and reminiscent of what my father called a "man cave." I spent the remainder of the night pondering the origin of various works of art while staring at them for long periods. Was it in a piece of artwork that a human had painted or sculpted, or was it the work of a vampire?

Joined to the bedroom was another door which Cilia guessed was the closet. I will check all this later. Cilia thought as she slumped down on the Queen sized four poster bed. If there was one thing she had noticed about the room, it was that every single thing, from furniture to decors, they were all in black wood and purple combination. Cilia liked that. It was very... Cilia-like. Just when she had decided to finally take some very needed rest, Cilia remembered Julia words about the present. Her head snapped towards the bedside table. Sure enough, there was a black box tied with a purple ribbon.

or maybe he lacks comprehension, he views me as manly and interpret it as girly, ohm I almost forgot he is 2000 plus years, and I heard old people usually have problem with their eye sight, it must be pretty weak. He lay down on the bed, gazing at the lovely chandelier. The room is a vision of elegance, a sanctuary fit for a Luna. Delicate lace curtains filtered the sunlight, casting intricate patterns on the plush carpet. The walls were painted with a soft, serene lavender, adorned with framed portraits of a lovely girl in white. She must be Charles’s sister, Gray muttered, “I wonder how those two are doing in that dungeon… sweet pie would love this room.” He signed. “I really missed them.”

It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now. "What's in there?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to. "Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war." "About the curse?" His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?" I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.

Night settled gently over Ravencrest University, soft enough to hush the corridors but not so deep that it swallowed the world entirely. In the dormitory, Mara slept, sprawled across her bed, the low hum of her phone charging the only sound beside the occasional creak of the old building.

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.