Cursed Copypasta Novels & Stories

The period of enlightenment by then, was a whooping two centuries away, and so naiveté and superstitious beliefs had been the order of the day. All people who had been infected were proclaimed cursed by Royal decree and the verdict had been simple: Death. People with the curse had been on the run since, and they had found solace in each other, forming packs and associations because there was safety in numbers. The Silver Crest Pack had been one such pack. The Curers, with the full backing of the Queen had brutally annihilated countless wolves, extending their crusade into other countries that had sought out their help. Over a hundred years and over, and they were still going strong.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

Ruby answers pointing towards the small river just a few more walks from where they are. "And I can't really go out of the country because I was cursed by my evil ex-boyfriend to be bound into this land so that I won't leave him. But in the end he was the one that bailed on me which is super ironic and now I'm trap here forever until the end of time because he was also generous to bless me with immortality, which sucks because I've tried suicide for the thousandth time to no avail. But don't worry I stopped killing myself after the first hundred years because I found a reason to live. I don't want to die a prisoner so I will live till the day that I am free and see the world before I die."

The words fell like a death sentence. “The Crescents that linger…” Senika said quietly. A pause. “And yours.”