Cursed Bedroom Novels & Stories

The bathroom alone looked like it was carved out of marble stolen from the gods… and then bullied into obeying. My bedroom was bigger than my entire dorm room back at Avenmoor. Opulent, intimidating and probably full of old spirits judging me and every student had one. “Of course they do,” I grumbled, stepping onto the glossy floor. “Rich lycan princes with generational trauma always have too many guest rooms.” I was still admiring shit when something crashed in the bedroom. I groaned and my soul left my body. “Blue, I swear if you’re eating the furniture again... ”

LILITH The bed was so soft I couldn't help but curl under the covers and let sleep pull me under. He did say that I could make myself at home. It didn't seem like anyone had been doing much of that around here lately. The bedroom had themes of red. Not just any red — crimson. The color reminded me of blood which had me cringing. I figured that this was another one of Dimitri's places that were left to Julian, but I didn't understand why.

“Come on, let me show you the bedroom.” Something about his words made my wolf awaken with desire. Why the bedroom? Why not say the whole house? I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me into the hallway. Our bedroom was at the far end of the hallway, and it was designed very manly. “They weren't expecting me to arrive with my mate, and I wasn't either,” Corni said, taking in the masculine decoration of the bedroom. Black bedding, black tiles, a black and golden wardrobe, and chocolate light curtains.

If she didn't know she was living in the modern world, she would think she got lost in the medieval era. There are fluffy and silky designs everywhere as the bed looks like it was for a princess. Fortunately, it wasn't color pink and rather red and black. "Am I a vampire?" K Whatever grinned as she liked the theme! Truthfully, the rooms have color coding and it just happens that this room has a red and black theme, which made it seems a vampire's room but instead of a coffin, it has a bed... Since K Whatever requested to have soft pillows but not much soft bed and near Sebastian's room, this room has it all.

MARK Shit, my head. The room was unnervingly still, a stark contrast to the chaos erupting in my mind. I found myself in a dimly lit chamber, an oppressive silence pressing down on me. The walls, painted in a ghostly white, seemed to close in, casting long shadows that danced ominously in the faint light. The air was heavy, thick with a metallic tang that prickled the back of my throat. The source of this unsettling aura lay in the centre of the room: a large, white bed, its sheets drenched in a dark, crimson stain that seemed to spread and pulse like a living thing.

Perfect. Before retreating to my bedroom, I pass through the war room. It's lined with dark runes glowing faintly, wards, curses, enchantments. In the center, a black crystal floats above a pedestal, pulsing like a heart. My connection to the Demon King. My promise, still waiting to be fulfilled. I ignore its whisper tonight. My bedroom is the only room that resembles anything remotely mortal. A bed with dark sheets, a wooden dresser, and a broken mirror that shows more than just your reflection if you stare too long. The walls are etched with old runes and faint claw marks.

"Terminate the rest of the blood feast. We are returning to the citadel." Without waiting for a response, he rolls his obsidian chair forward, carrying my small frame right out of the Covenant Hall. The master bedroom inside the Nightbane Crimson Citadel is massive, cold, and completely devoid of any festive decorations. It feels less like a bridal suite and more like a high-security prison cell meant to keep a dangerous beast contained. Cassius dumps me onto the velvet mattress, his expression turning completely unreadable. "Do not move an inch from that spot," he commands coldly before rolling his chair out of the room.

He pressed in some pin and I saw a red light beeped green before the door creaked open a small space. We continued down a level of stairs that brought us to the front of another door, designed just like the one we recently passed through. He opened it up as we came face to face with the room behind. My eyes left his figure to travel round the wide, rectangular room. It was windowless and the furnishing had me jerked. It’s bedroom actually, modern and anything but relaxing. It looks dark in here, like a scene straight out of horror. What was that hanging down the bed? Are those cuff chains? And why the fuck does the bed look like a cage? A performative one. It literally has metal bars framing

"We have to find Olga. I finally have something to sacrifice." Said Lesley to Felicia. The omega woman tilted her head to the side, wondering what she's 'obtained' to sacrifice. "...May I please know what is that you want to sacrifice for as well, Luna?" "It's something private. I'm sure you don't know about Jacob's bedroom curse." "...Bedroom curse?" "Yes. I'm thankful you don't know about this. Don't attempt to know about it either. It's a curse you'll never be charmed to hear about." Felicia jumped her eyebrows up.

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.