Cursed Families Novels & Stories

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

"There’s a curse here. And it’s not just in the land—it’s in the blood. The Cain blood." Lily’s heart stopped. "What are you saying? You’re telling me the vineyard—the land, the family—it’s all cursed?" Michael nodded grimly. "I didn’t want to believe it, but it’s true. The Cain family has been tied to this land for centuries, and each generation has carried the burden. The vineyard isn’t just a legacy—it’s a prison, a trap. And it’s been waiting for the right time to claim what’s owed." Alex and Emilia exchanged uneasy glances. Lily, however, stood frozen, her mind racing to make sense of Michael’s words. A curse? It was impossible. The Cain family had worked hard, built everything from the

I asked. "Even the mutated version of your disease doesn't affect women, now that I think about it, it makes sense. You aren't dealing with a disease, Dimitri Galdina. I think Hugo Galdina was cursed by a witch. The same curse that is still afflicting your family today." "Curse? What are you going on about? If this was done by a witch, my family would know and would have broken it. This vile disease has been in my family for four generations now."

“He and his family believed in something unholy and when grandfather stole the land from them and all the locals living there, they cursed all the males in the Kashton family.” “The old man and his family were killed, but it didn’t stop the curse,” Ciaran said. “We would have all the riches one could only dream of. We would never find true love and if we did, it wouldn’t last. We would never be able to trust anyone. Everyone we put our trust in would betray us.” “And…” Alexander stood. “We would be ravaged by this terrible hunger. The reason your grandmother went missing was because your grandfather killed her. The reason your mom died is because I killed her.”

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

"Ah - the Kinski's! They were a prominent family. They owned giant corporations and many other businesses. Each member had a hand in the businesses, well, except for the geeky Waldo Kinski whose only passion is science and invention. But it has often been said that the clan is cursed." "Cursed? What curse?" asked Sanders. "Throughout the family's history," Phil went on. "There have been a couple, if not many, instances when a whole family in one generation have passed away, natural and accidental causes, leaving only one surviving kin, always male. This is the unfortunate thing that happened to the Professor." "Seriously?" chimed Alec with a disbelieving smirked. Phil nodded. "Those were the

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

It is simply… knowing. And so it watches. The Maddox family, with its tangled bloodlines and secrets buried deep in the earth, has long caught the Watcher’s interest. There is something about this particular branch of the family—a darkness that clings to them, one that runs deeper than any curse or family history. The Watcher understands the curse that haunts the Maddoxes. It has always been there, feeding off their fears and choices. It feeds on them, and in return, it grants them power, binds them to an ancient promise that they cannot escape. The family’s history is like a dark river, winding its way through generations, but it is one that eventually leads to a crashing waterfall of inevi