Cursed Ghost Novels & Stories

It erupted with an archaic light that followed the will of Caspian and suppressed the great army of undead with a rumbling sound! Bang! The ten thousand feet long bone spear was directly suppressed. It was simple and crude and the army of undead instantly turned into countless ghost hearts that fell to the ground. Not only did they not hurt Caspian, but they also sent a lot of ghost hearts and magic treasures to Caspian. Caspian turned his eyes and stared at the Thousand-tribulation Ghost Sage. "Catch the thief first!" The Ghost-burying Tomb was a world of the dead. For existences like the Thousand-tribulation Ghost Sage, as long as they were willing, they could always summon ghosts and evil

He couldn’t deny what he just saw and heard. “Yeah, yeah, I guess. This is crazy. I’ve never heard of someone being cursed to be a ghost. But a family being cursed? Why don’t you get some sleep? I needed to email the team. I have enough to summon the team. We must get the research done quickly. They’re on an investigation right now. They won’t be here right away.” “Okay, I’ll be up early so that we can get to the archives. There has to be something there. A well-known story that can give us a clue? God, I suspect this is going to turn into a very complicated story.”

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

and he nods while cursing, his shadows spreading. Cursed wraiths, black, smoky creatures with claws and flaming crimson eyes, hiss like agitated snakes as the ground cracks. “Fuck!” I yell, destroying one by flashing light at it. Dante's shadows slice a third, but he's slow and still injured from the vampire world, and Jude's shadows slam another, cracking the rock underneath. “Observe it!” A ghost swipes at my chest as Jude yanks me back and yells. Calix's laugh reverberates as my light burns it, but more come, and the fog is playing tricks on my mind, flashing images of my family members dying. "We are being screwed by it!" Jude grabs hold of my hand as I yell, our friendship getting stron

Once each new crescent, and my strength explodes with little care of what it destroys. The gate groaned as it was slowly opened, and a mouldy piece of bread was thrown at my feet. A pitiful gesture to the monster they’d been conditioned to see me as. My father, the infamous Alpha had thrown me in the dephts of the Seven Tower Gate, a prison inside the Organization’s clutches. To the world, Opal had died – a lie spun out of thin air to keep their eyes and ears away. The truth was far less heartwrenching- I was the result of a witch’s curse, a hex cast on my mother, the woman my father murdered when he destroyed Beacon Hill City. The curse had distorted my fate, making me a threat to anyone I

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."

Edric shouted, but she didn’t stop, in her ragged dress she ran towards him as if he was her only hope She reached Alaric and caught his arm with both hands taking him in and as quickly as the excitement started so it ended. Her smile froze. The light in her eyes went out like a candle. She crumpled at his feet, silent, lifeless. Gasps rippled through the square. Then came a scream a long, broken sound that tore through the night. Alaric didn’t move. His chest felt hollow, his throat dry as dust. The girl lay still before him, her skin pale, her body untouched. No blood. No wound. Just absence. The curse had taken her. He turned away before anyone could see his face. His voice was calm, too

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

“And Minx, there’s something you need to know.” Gina said. She looked serious. “What’s that?” Minx asked as she wiped the tears off her face. She had decided to call her mom later, at least, she knows that she doesn't despise her as she thought. “You may not like to hear this.” Gina said but she continued anyway. “I don’t think you can perform that spell again. I think it comes with a curse. Each time it works, you’ll be taking Gabriel closer to his death bed.” Gina said.