Cursed Deku Novels & Stories

Quartney smiled menacingly and said, “That’s not an ordinary curse. It’s called the Sorrowful Spirit's Curse. I acquired it from a fragmented scroll left behind by Franciscus. I combined it with Deadgory Bugs and cursed every member above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. “Once I die, everyone cursed will also perish, regardless of their strength.” Quartney laughed wildly and said, “It’ll be easy for you to kill me, but I’ll bring down everyone above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank with me. That includes the Heavenly Warriors, eighty-four powerhouses at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation, three hundred or so at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation’s upper grade, and middle grade. You’ll b

A Green Rank cultivator couldn't dodge that unless Dakota is lucky. Frederick's eyes widened. His confident smile had disappeared. He glare at Dakota and saw that she was still calm. Frederick got annoyed. He summoned his spirit beast which is the Cursed Gorilla that he got from auctioning. The Cursed Gorilla, which is a One Moon Star Beast that can defeat a Blue Rank Advance level. The crowd was mesmerized by how huge the Cursed Gorilla is. They were amazed since this is the first time they see a One Moon Star Beast attack. They felt pity for Dakota since she will definitely be crashed.

Wretched screams echoed through the 18th Hell. "Cursebane pill!" "Ezra, find Jace! Get someone to bring Cursebane Pills to suppress the curse! Hurry!" Asketel roared. Ezra was terrified. He scrambled out of the place and rushed to the entrance of the dragon vein underground palace, shouting, "Mr. Kecith! The curse is hitting Aryella and Asketel! Get me Cursebane Pills! I'll bring them over! Mr. Kecith! Mr. Kecith, can you hear me?"

They didn't speak, but their aura was suffocating, a silent wall of support for their granddaughter. "I... I overstepped," Patrick stammered, sweat beading on his forehead. "I do not know what compensation Your Highness desires." Serena tapped her chin, pretending to muse. "I’ve heard the Pei Pack possesses a **Crimson Spirit Mushroom**, aged over a century. I’d like to taste it." Patrick’s face turned the color of ash. The Crimson Spirit Mushroom was far older than a century. It was an ancient treasure, passed down through generations of the Pei Pack. It grew only on the precipice of active volcanic vents, drinking in the heat of the earth. It was nearly impossible to harvest.

“Talk now, or I won’t move!” “It’s from the cucasu flower,” he said, his tone clipped. “It’s deadly to humans but weakens the Duwlamarey. The hunters have soaked their weapons in its juice. That’s the only way to force the beast back into the forbidden veil.” The hunters wore long gloves, clearly to avoid accidental exposure to the poison. “Why not just kill it?” I asked. “It’s impossible to kill a beast taken over by a Duwlamarey. It heals itself. That’s why we have to drive it back to the veil where the cucasu flowers grow—it keeps the Duwlamarey contained.”

Amusement seemed to twitch at the corners of his sensuous lips, his sweet patchouli tempting, almost having me twirling around to wrap him in a headless kiss. "Listen carefully because I know how clumsy you can get," Keegan's voice cut through my reverie, barking instructions at me. Alpha Levi's wolf is cursed and until this curse is uplifted then his wolf is bound to deteriorate in strength by the day. It seemed like it was starting to.

Ceres (frowning as it nears her face): “What is that scent? It’s... bitter.” Handmaiden 1 (bowing): “It is called Volar Dust, my Queen. Part of the sacred tradition—meant to bless your senses under eclipse.” Ceres (voice hardening): “Sacred? That’s Duskroot. It weakens the nervous system in high doses.” Handmaiden 2 (nervously): “We were only instructed, Your Grace... Please... do not question the rites.” Ceres (to Blythe):

"You're my mate. I'm not letting you die." His jaw worked. His eyes glistened. "I can't lose you." "You won't." I kissed his knuckles. "Trust me." The ritual required preparation. Morwen sent me to gather herbs from the forest—rosemary for memory, yarrow for courage, moonflower for the journey between worlds. The moon was high and full when I returned, my arms full of greenery. Alistair lay on a cot by the fire, his eyes closed. His breathing was slow, too slow. The curse was accelerating.

Magic is the only reason I survived that fall. Magic is the only reason I now bear the mark of a Ruined. The inked fingers symbolize my curse. We come to the end of the path, where an old cottage loom close to a lake. I follow the strange lady inside. The interior reminds me a lot of my family's cottage back in the Red Moon Pack. The only difference is that this cottage has a lot of shelves where a good number of bizarre-looking artifacts and runes are kept on. At the back of the cottage, a space has been cleared, where chairs and tables are arranged as though it was a bar shop.

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.