Cursed Genshin Novels & Stories

His eyes, filled with wisdom, glanced up as I entered. ‌ "Alpha Tyler," he greeted, acknowledging my presence. ‌ "Shaman," I replied with a nod. "I've come seeking answers about the curse," I announced, my eyes locking onto his. "This affliction has tormented me for far too long. I need to understand its origins, its purpose. Have you discovered anything new?" ‌ The Shaman sighed, his expression solemn. "I've delved into the ancient texts, seeking the origins of this curse, but the answers remain elusive. This curse is complex, deeply rooted in ancient magic that even my extensive knowledge struggles to comprehend."

Though I was in an advantageous position, I approached Joey cautiously. Before going to Black Furies, Orathe had warned me, "Remember, be careful of the Black Furies royal members' curse at the last moment of the battle. The Heimann's bloodline has a special Gift; they can choose to exchange their soul for a curse. Instead of returning to Moon Goodness after death, they turn into black flames that chase after the person they hated the most during their lifetime. That flame can't be extinguished by water unless the enemy is burned to ashes. It is one of the most terrifying curses, so you must be cautious. Alisha, I am giving you the Moon Stone of our pack; it can stop the curse. So, during th

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

It was the mateless curse that Preston had told me about, so it was true that they were affected by the mateless curse. The mateless curse was one of the few curses that were generational, if a solve was cursed with the mateless curse, it would affect their entire lineage and the only person who could break the curse was the person who cursed them, if the person died, the curse can never be broken, it was one of the cruelest things to curse a wolf with. I was reading through the book, when I started hearing footsteps, walking towards the study, I hurriedly placed the book back in the process, and I mistakenly knocked some files off the table.

“Born as a son of a concubine he will surely suffer the cause of it as I lay my plan to make him the cursed child. With a nightmare of his reality, I can easily manipulate his mind. Send him to a place where he is destined to meet her, from the bond that will connect his fate to the other and towards her, which all humans call, ‘love’.” Disgusted by the word and its very meaning it. Where his mind reaches for that word as the cursed thing God ever gifted, and he deems it as the most stupid thing from everything for making anyone weak because of it. They contradict in that aspect as Gennevier dearly treasure that emotion, as he curses it in return, yet both of them have it in a twisted way to

“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.”

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

the general answered. “Is that so? From what I know cursed items are rare for mortals unless they trade something special for them,” Nanami explained. “Trade something special? Like what?” the general asked as he stopped what he was doing and face Nanami. “Trading something like your love one’s life or memory and you will get a cursed item in return,” Nanami explained as she finished slicing the last potato in the basket. “That means it’s either Therens or his mother who trade something special to get that dagger?” the general asked narrowing his eyes and trying to analyze the situation.

"I do not care about the gossip going around. I want my sanity back. I lost my true mate, I am yet to discover who is responsible for the murders, Kane is winning the war, and I have a curse placed on me. Tristan, my beta and cousin is sleeping with my mate. What fate could be colder than this?" Gabriel reaches out for my back and gives me a brotherly pat. "We will pull through this. There are always trying times and what you are going through now will only make you stronger." I let out a loud chuckle because I knew that as the news about my curse spread and the death of the newborn. The council of elders will not sit back. ****

That I was not some backstory character in my own life. “You got to introduce yourself long ago.” He speaks in such an ominous way that I feel a sliver of a threat in his voice and the way he eyes me. My lips pressed together and I slowly looked away, tensing up slightly. Not everything he said made sense and that was growing to be a little uncomfortable. Have I lost my memory? “My name is Lazarus.” The crimson eyed stranger speaks, bowing his head slightly, as a formal introduction, like things were not weird enough already. “Lazarus von Strugar.”