Cursed Genshin Novels & Stories

A slap, with my clawed fingers, went through his face, reminding him not to try anything stupid. Jaden smirked. “Now, we’ve your undivided attention, do you care to explain your curse?” Blood trailed down the corner of Logan’s lips, he gurgled out his words. “And if I don’t? You and your generation will be cursed.” What? Does he mean he wants his generation to be cursed? This Lycan was truly deranged! Jaden pulled him up, sending the sword deeper into him. “Don’t play games with me! It’s already a curse to be your son. Don’t add more curses!”

I can tell she is a witch with strong genes. "I am not Alpha; I belong to no pack. You can call me Angel of Death." She nods again, and they continue sparing. I correct a few more pairs before moving to my laptop to enter their stats. This set of recruits has a surprising amount of raw talent. Let's hope their minds are as strong as their bodies.

The blue moon packs shine came by the polish of their own blood . It wasn’t the lineage which was cursed , it was the pack who was cursed for their heinous crime done . The child alpha never got the love , after that .Not of mate nor even of parents . But every heir of alpha Simon who was the one to be cursed , took the responsibility of curse . With all their hearts and soul . From childhood they knew about the curse and were prepared for the same . The three generation already suffered from it . Its now the fourth generation , the alpha Marcus who is trying the same , to find his mate .

His face was serious with worry lines evident on his forehead. "What's wrong?" He asked us all. "I told mom already, but we found out today that Ares is cursed. We need to help him break it. Apparently it's a powerful one, so much so that it is generational. It was passed down to him by his dad." I explained to my everyone. "Not another curse." Dad ran his fingers through his wavy blonde hair. His stormy gray eyes were zoning out, probably recalling a not so good memory. "You're telling me, you weren't the one that was actually cursed." Uncle Ash shuddered at the memory of his curse.

He remembered the Dark that had been pursuing the entire Eridanus genus, turning them into bloodthirsty murderers. This curse was like no other because it was an innate one. It was called “Hunger of the Dead”.

“Besides, you are generous enough to keep a rogue like me around the borderline.” “If not only because of your curse, you are welcome to come in and out whenever you like. Unfortunately, you were born with something that will kill everyone precious to you.” My heart twisted. A great sense of weariness swept over me, sucking my energy with it as I recalled the people who died because of my curse. Genin. Ishakan. Blain. Their names strangled my throat, but I kept the tears with me. I always believe I have no right to cry over their deaths.

Can be the bringing of New Gen again will be approved by Argen? New Gen is his own specialty and method to conquer this unfair, threatening, and insanity of Versailles. Beheading people to offer a blood into its abundancy of where it costs much grieving, sins, and unbearable memories. He didn’t make a move as he could to get the Queen dethrone in Versailles. He’s still under investigation and seeking for a perfect way to solve the mystery to break the curse that tangled in Clus’ dogma.

Celeste rises, very upset. "But you're not cursed. Grandma made it up because she was upset that her son died and you were left. You look a lot like him and were a painful reminder of what she lost. That's why she sent you away and why she spread such an awful rumor." Hope swells in my chest and I can't stop it. There's a possibility I might not be cursed!

She cast a curse upon the Vakatow bloodline – a curse that would eternally intertwine their fates with demons. The curse dictated that if the firstborn of the Vakatow bloodline was male, the curse would perpetuate with each generation. However, if the firstborn was female, her soul would be tainted with the essence of a demon, creating an unholy hybrid of lycan and demon within her. And if the 20th generation of the Vakatow failed to bear a female firstborn, the curse would reach its zenith, condemning their soulmates to death.

Both of those are far more subjective criteria than what you’ve listed, Sire. ‘You’re very astute,’ he says. ‘And you’re right to point that out, but hush, now, and let me speak: ‘The trend of the worsening curse becomes much more obvious once you come to my generation. My elder brother, Chryseus, is limited far more harshly than the previous generation. I am not at liberty to reveal his… secrets.’ He sneers briefly. ‘However, I will say that he is limited just as badly as I am, and that desperation is the focal point of his curse. For me, the focal point is… purity, and I will not tell you more until you understand your own curse better.’