Cursed Genshin Novels & Stories

More than half can ascend to the Mid Transcendent fourth rank, independent of professional cultivation, purely through natural bloodline development. Those who pursue vocations such as spellcasters or knights exhibit accelerated growth and greater potential. The appended Cursed State was not unique to Logo. Following the fall of the royal court’s Western Capital a century prior, the Dawnlight Empire had imposed a bloodline curse upon the Gendaya—including Logo, Master Beff from the training grounds, and the entire race. Under this curse, their lifespan was nearly halved. Where once non-legendary Gendaya could live three centuries, many now succumbed to natural death at only one hundred seven

"It's not good for your wolf." "It wasn't on purpose," I protested. "I was cursed." "Yes, yes, I heard. But curses only have power beyond a generation when we let them," Greta explained. "What does that even mean?" I inquired. "Were you the one who was cursed?" she probed. I hesitated before admitting, "No." "The shifter who was cursed would likely never break it, but for it to pass onto future generations, the cursed wolves have to buy in, they have to believe they are cursed," Greta clarified.

I mean, yeah, biologically Cedric was our half brother, but did we ever consider him as ‘our’ little brother? “Not just that…” Ezra looked up at me, his gaze heavy. “If we fail to fight this curse, Cedric will succeed us. Isn’t that why Asher is grooming him as the back-up Alpha?” I ran my tongue across my inner cheek, my gaze drifting to Asher’s empty chair behind the desk. As much as I hated this idea, it was for the best. The generational curse affected only the legitimate offspring of the curse bearer. That was why the curse didn’t affect Nesryn and Cedric — they were the illegitimate children.

Serenity shook her head. "Just help me to break the curse." "It's not easy, the state in which you cursed him was emotionally powerful. It had hate, anger, mistrust and mourning... That curse is strong. Not to mention that it's given by one of the powerful witch..." Sabrina said and Serenity looked away in guilt. "Augustus can revive people" Serenity said. "If he kills her and revive her back then will it work... There must be some loophole in it." "Augustus can only revive those people whom he has killed... He might revive her back but there are chances that the curse won't break and if she dies out of natural causes then he can't revive her"

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

He finishes with a smirk and there comes that feeling again that makes tears burn in my eyes and cause terror in my heart. “You're lying; Vance promises he won't hurt me.” My lips quiver as I say those words loudly, and I don't even even believe them. He sneers. “Think about it, princess; your fate is to one day kill him. Now, Vance has tasted immortality and wealth, he has tasted power and authority; do you think he's going to let some girl get in the way of that? Trust me, Vance can get any girl that he wants.” He sighs and turns his back to me. “During the first century of being cursed, we weren't sure who was going to become our doom, so Damien and I got rid of our mates; however, Vance

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.”

He didn’t blink. “There’s something buried beneath our bloodline. Something they once called a gift. But it’s not. It’s a curse. We see too much. Feel too deep. Remember too long. And the Descendants — they use that. They take children like you. Like Tristan. They dig their claws into your memory and twist it until you forget who you are. That’s what they want for Cara.” The voice crackled.

“She desires you, Aria. She believes you hold the key to unraveling the curse—and if she’s correct, she won’t rest until she has you.” Aria withdrew, shaking her head. “I don’t comprehend any of this. What curse? Why me?” Kael hesitated, the tension in his jaw tightening. “It’s been concealed for generations. Our lineage bears a mark—one connected to an ancient force. The Priestess was sealed away centuries ago, but the seal weakens upon the birth of the chosen vessel.” She stared at him. “You think I am that vessel?” “I don’t think,” Kael responded softly. “I know.”

FANGBORN'S LEDGER ♣ DARIUS ♣ It was a crazy morning. I hadn’t expected any guests at all, not after the gunfire before dawn. I only invited Lycus—but somehow, I ended up welcoming a few weirdos. I was burning inside with intensity. This wasn’t rage. Rage is for amateurs. This was something else—something older, darker. The kind of anger that waits ten years to pull a trigger. The kind that buries pack brothers and sends flowers to their widows.