Cursed Copypasta Novels & Stories

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.”

But, she seems familiar with the name. "You call your boss with 'Uncle'? Won't he be angry if he hear that? Wait? Jhony? R Corp? You mean, Jhony Redorge, right? Jhony Redorge, a very famous and wealthy businessman? The largest shareholder of R Corp?" surprised Leona. "Good afternoon, Sir," "Good afternoon, Sir," Leona turned to the several employees who greeted Ethan. Really, Ethan has a good position here. Until the employee greeted him politely.

Thus, I went from being a mother dressing up her son to a monster dressing him up to offer him to the powerful and crooked. Still, Rick never expected one thing. The psychiatrist I saw despised Arclight products. His older brother had been an Arclight engineer who died from overwork. Before he passed, he told the psychiatrist about the company's dark secrets. For years, the psychiatrist had been investigating and collecting evidence, but he never had the right opportunity to expose it until he met me. The real key was not what he said to me that day. It was the way he said it. He deliberately used a robotic tone, and at the end of his sentence, he mouthed the word ‘chip’.

Ethan clutched his head in despair, his voice raspy as he said, "It's not like that, Amelia. Please believe me. I've always loved you and Heidi. I never thought something like this would happen. I really—" "Shut up!" I interrupted him, my rage burning, "How dare you say you loved us? If you really loved us, this wouldn't have happened! You're nothing but a hypocrite and a scumbag!" He knelt on the ground, overwhelmed with hurt as he endured my fury. Then, he pleaded, his voice filled with deep remorse and despair. "Amelia, go ahead and hit me, cuss at me. It's all my fault. I'm responsible for Heidi's death..."

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

“Braylon? What is going on?” Braylon looked at him puzzled, stunned at the same time. “The reason why I couldn’t use my powers. I mean, the curse that was imposed on the alphas. She…. she can lift that curse,” “Wait, that means…Oh! My! God! The last heir to the Crawford…. Imogen Crawford,” he replied within the period of time his memory flashed back to the hospital. He had seen her name on her identity card, also at her house on her award crystal.

I asked and the lady nodded slowly but severally. "Ohh, I see how you do it… you taste your water first and you don't use the normal water." She pointed out as I brewed the coffee. I shrugged. "I learnt it over the years." I replied "That's a good tactic." She commented. I added a lot of cream to the cup and moved on to Alessio's cup. My mind drifted a bit as I made his cup. This lady who was helping me didn't seem like a wolf to me. She referred to God instead of the goddess. Or was it what they did here?

Control, C. Control V. That has been my life for about 10 years. Copying and pasting the works of great men and women. Call me scum, loser, or even fraud. It doesn't matter to me. Why try to compete with genius when it's staring at you in the face. Don't you care about getting caught? What about plagiarism laws?

My fingers brushed a single, sharp shard of the silver glass. "Seraphina, stop!" I shouted. "The pack is free! You’ve already lost!" The Corrupted Wolf didn't listen. It crouched, its muscles coiling for a lethal jump. The air around it turned cold, the violet corruption leaching the life out of the very stones. The Deep Suspense Caleb was struggling to get up, his ribs clearly broken, his wolf snarling in frustration as the corruption in the air slowed his healing. "Elara! RUN!"

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~