Cursed Demon Novels & Stories

Elian pressed closer, spectral hands reaching uselessly, horror rooting him as the chamber dissolved into chaos—clashing steel, demonic roars, the infant's wail cutting through like a knife. It dawned on Damitri then, in that frozen instant, the witch's warnings he'd ignored: the entity he'd summoned wasn't ally or benefactor, but the Devil of the Abyss, binder of souls, weaver of curses that tainted bloodlines forever. The power he'd stolen now poisoned his legacy, birthing a thirst in his sons that the full moon would eternally ignite—a blood hunger that chained the wolf to infernal chains.

Although, I hated humans for what they did to me years ago, I still needed them to satisfy the curse that had befallen me. Right, I was cursed with an insatiable sexual desire because I freed a thousand year demon. Draca, is a demon with sexual desires. He is a sex demon that feed on the energy of women. He is kind of similar to incubus but a little different as he sleeps with women when they are conscious. I call him the Sex Beast. No matter how hard I tried to avoid the sexual desires, I always found myself fucking someone. The worst part of the curse was that, anyone I have sex with, ended up losing their lives. My first victim was a werewolf and while fucking her from behind, she died.

After a frown, he said, "So, that's the curse within me?" Harvey nodded. "From the transcript and the symptom you showed just now, the curse inside you is called the Inner Demon Curse. This curse awakens the wickedness within one's heart and creates a personality as evil as a demon deep within. "This personality is like a seed. It's almost impossible to detect during your usual days. But once it has finished growing, the demon-like personality will replace your usual personality… Or it's more accurate to say that it will directly consume your original personality. When that happens, you will truly become a demon.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

So it is possible for a demon to succumb to madness, depression, schizophrenia and other curses, which may inadvertently affect them physically. Thus, passers-by and many others who live nearby regard the demon prince as a madman, one who has probably lost his marbles due to a cultivation method gone wrong or handling more power than his body and True Soul are capable of holding. This is evidenced by the not-so-subtle glances and barely concealed chatter, but then, ghouls are not exactly known for their subtlety.

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.”

Dante stepped closer, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, "Vergil requires the blood of women every full moon. Every single kingdom on the eastern border follows this rule or faces total annihilation. If I don't give him what he wants, he will burn Aries to the ground." "So you give him gold! You give him land! You do not hand him your own sister!" I screamed, lunging forward, but the guards stepped in, blocking me. "Gold won't soothe his curse, Eve. You know what he is." I did know. Everyone knew the horrifying rumors and tales about Vergil, the Cursed Alpha. Every full moon, the demon wolf inside him demanded a sacrifice and slaughtered dozens of young women to soothe it's blood thirst. No

“No. It’s… it’s because of what you are.” My blood froze. “What I am?” I demanded, taking another step closer. “What am I, you arrogant bastard? Tell me. What else have they taught you to call me?” His eyes pleaded with me, a terror I recognized from my own past. “You’re… you’re the demon. The one born without a mate. The curse that shattered the bond.” His voice broke. The words hung in the air, echoing the vicious taunts from my youth. The demon. The curse. My heart felt like it was encased in ice. So, they hadn’t forgotten. They had just sharpened their hatred.

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..."

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”