Cursed Ghost Novels & Stories

She was lucky to have been captured by the lesser Vampires who did nothing but merely cleansed her of her curse. But she seemed to believe that letting the Vampires know that she and the other girl were werewolves would save them from being bought. That seemed to have worked for her because she was yet to meet someone like me. Someone who would buy her because of the fact that she had werewolf blood and torture her till her last breath.

Gilda’s expression shifted “ No… no. This cannot be. This can’t be happening. We must do something.” Her voice trembling with power “ Do you hear me Moon goddess? She is the Cursed one! She will always remain the cursed one! None of you’re precious plans will be fulfilled!” The last word thundered through the cavern, and the response came instantly. A blinding white light burst through the orb, flooding every corner of the cave. The runes on the walls flared, then shattered, sending shards of light through the air. The ground shook violently, dust falling like rain. “Aunt Gilda!” Melody screamed, shielding her face.

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

Without the maintenance of the original Shadow Pack Elite Warriors, the defense of the Cursed Sanctuary would be partially weakened. Each ray of light suddenly sparkled, from within the Cursed Sanctuary, an alien religion entered the True Ghost and fled directly into the distance. Full of blood, it flew straight out, biting into one True Ghost's body, so that the other True Ghost's body was a bit stiff. A starry war spear flew out from the void, and a little pierced the body of the three-armed True Ghost. An ice-and-snow glass shines on the body of the three-armed True Ghost, freezing him directly.

Cammie looked at me dumbfounded. "Seriously?" she finally asked. "Yes," I nodded. "I don't make it up." "But how could she be the cause?" "She's not normal, Cammie," I said. "You'd already told me that," Cammie pointed out. "No, I mean she's not like anyone else," I said and tried to force the words. "She's- a psychic-vampire." "A psychic what?" Cammie echoed out bewilderingly. "A succubus if you prefer," I said again. "You read a lot. You know what dhampire is. You better know what a succubus means!"

Red mutters, nodding toward the bar. Ghost is hunched over, surrounded by empty glasses and fresh ones the guys keep shoving in front of him like they’re fueling a machine. He just stares into the amber liquid as if it personally offended him, muttering under his breath. I catch fragments: “three… curse… demons… disaster… fucking end of the world…” “He’s struggling,” Red says. “He’ll be fine,” I whisper, though even to my own ears it sounds halfhearted.

Everyone felt a bone-chilling sensation from the depths of their bodies! "This artifact is called the Cursed Spirit Gourd. It can control hundreds of spirits and emit evil energy! It's not unjust for you to die in the hands of this treasure!"

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

With that, Alex slowly lowered the hand symbol. A terrified expression appeared on Colton’s face. He wasn’t satisfied with this outcome. He was only one step away from the Immortalization stage, and now, he was actually going to be killed by an ant. “Blood Curse. I know about the Blood Curse. There’s a Blood Witch in the Japan division. She knows all spells related to curses. I can take you to her,” Colton said. The Ksitigarbha’s hand symbol Alex summoned halted in the air.

“You fear me. That’s why you’ve been trying to erase me.” “I fear what you’ll become,” he said, voice darkening. “You are the gate. The final piece. The curse’s last vessel.” “What curse?” His smirk was venomous. “The curse of the First Ghost Wolf. She died here, betrayed by her mate—and her soul never passed on. She waits… and you are her reincarnation.” The air seemed to vanish. Kelvin swore under his breath. “That’s why the obsidian responded to her. It’s not a key. It’s a tether.”