Cursed Eye Novels & Stories

His eyes were open and the irises bleeding at the edges with something ink-black. Someone had placed an ancient curse on his blood, taking advantage of the chaos and distraction. "No." The scream came out of my broken heart. "No, no, no —"

I slowly raised my head to look into her emerald green eyes, the same as Laci's. I heard her gasp, holding her chest." What… what are you? How could you have such eyes?" I quickly put my eyes down, I knew I should be ready to be thrown out again. "Laci, how could you…" "Mother, she is nothing like what those women are saying. She is just a little different." "A little different? She has the cursed eye!"Laci's mother screamed. "Cursed eye? How do you know? Have you ever seen someone with a cursed eye? Simply because she is different doesn't mean that she is cursed. Mother, you should know better!"

His eyes were not his anymore. That was the thing that hit me hardest standing on that road with the purple mist swirling around our feet and his words still hanging in the air between us. The eyes looking back at me were Kieran's eyes in shape and colour but what was moving behind them was not Kieran. It was the mist working through the remnants of his curse, finding the paranoia that the curse had always fed and pulling it up from the place he had spent years learning to keep it buried.

My vision blurred with streaks of red and black, and every nerve ending screamed in agony. I knew this feeling too well. The curse. The same ancient darkness that her grandmother had placed on me now roared back to life with even greater fury. This time it felt stronger and wilder, as if Anya’s closeness somehow fed the flames instead of calming them. My muscles seized violently, twisting with uncontrollable spasms. Pain exploded behind my eyes, and I slammed my fist hard into the stone floor. The impact cracked the surface beneath my knuckles but did nothing to ease the burning inside me.

“However, if the caster is dead and the effects show up after a month has passed but the affected one isn’t treated on time within a span of 24 hours, the afflicted individual will have power imbalance, extreme pain at being touched, blindness, dumbness, deafness, difficulty in breathing, paralysis, extreme weight loss, appetite loss and finally die in a cruel and pitiable manner. This curse is called ‘Hades’ Kiss',” Doctor Alstein further clarified, “The moment an affected person, of whom its curse caster is dead, loses his eyesight, he has no hope and will definitely perish within a span of two days to a week, if the person is quite tenacious and of a high-rank. The caster of this curse on

Someone in the crowd raised their hand. "But what’s the purpose of the Cursekeeper’s Eye?" a girl asked, The young lady cleared her throat as the firelight danced across her face. "As the name says," the storyteller leaned forward slightly, "it’s a gemstone used to control cursed wolves. Normally, cursed wolves can’t be controlled, they’re dangerous and completely unpredictable." Everyone nodded slowly, their eyes locked on her like she was sharing a secret they weren’t supposed to hear.

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."

She just stared at me blankly. “The rash is as a result of graveyard dust ingestion. It seems your illness is long term, a curse as you have told me before. The thing with curses is that, when it is reaching it end goal it isn't aggressive.” Her eyes were looking down at my bare chest that seemed to be left as the heat trickled down. Her hands reached out again, I stopped her immediately.

Soon, the car's headlights faded into the distance, leaving me engulfed in darkness. In the distance, several pairs of glowing green eyes flickered in the darkness—wolves! I closed my eyes in despair, waiting for death to claim me. However, the expected pain never came. I opened my eyes to see Ethan standing before me, wolf fangs piercing his body. Even as blood soaked his clothes, he did not utter a sound. "Ethan!" I cried out in horror. Suddenly, bright lights flooded the area, and police sirens pierced the night. The wolf pack scattered in panic.

It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now. "What's in there?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to. "Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war." "About the curse?" His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?" I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.