Cursed Ghost Novels & Stories

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.”

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.”

Meanwhile, Michelle's cheeks reddened at Alexis' words. "There was a human who made a contract with a powerful spirit of the demon race. More specifically, one of the princes of hell, Azazel. But you can never trust a demon at all cost. She was cursed to be an undead who mastered magic, people called her the Elder Lich, and her body sealed inside this mountain, so she won't be able to get out of this cursed island. That's why this place that we made the dumping ground for the failed vampires, or what I said earlier, the ghoul. The ring on Elder Lich's left hand is what I want to become a mystical item for Michelle."

K Whatever smiled, “We will try our best but we are not perfect.” “It’s still best to try.” Garfield looked away when he blurted it, feeling embarrassed as he also wants to help them cross the boundary in peaceful manner such as fulfilment but being a reaper doesn’t make him can. The white lady smirked. “Well, I will show you the way first where that even people with no gifts can feel the curse and eerie sensations as there are tons of ghosts you can hunt in that place.”

The memory of the Moonstone’s curse still haunted them, and Asher’s words only fed the fire. “Who knows?” Asher shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets. “But after returning from the Ghost Forest, I can’t deny curses exist.” He turned and walked away, his steps unhurried, his presence leaving a lingering unease behind. Just before disappearing down the hall, his eyes flicked briefly to me. Everyone began whispering among themselves, voices buzzing with speculation. Some insisted Cassius had been struck down by a curse as punishment for his intrusion and violation of the forbidden chambers.

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

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

And then his expression shifted to something more like fear. “What if… what if she's the Ghost Wolf?” He sprang up, his eyes wide. “She literally has the power to break your curse or— kill you.” His voice turned lower at the last part. I chuckled darkly, leaning back into my seat. “Legendary Ghost Wolf? I fear she's dead.” He swallowed, brows knotted. “Dead? We don’t even know if one has been born.” I smiled, taking my legs off the desk before standing. “The Ghost Wolf is dead, Zane, and we're never getting another Ghost Wolf until another abominable demigod or goddess is born, which might be in centuries. You know how it works.”

Then my eyes searched for Arnold automatically. He wasn’t there. Beta Mark wasn’t there either. Mira pushed through the crowd immediately when she saw me. “What’s going on?” Gamma James stepped forward before anyone else could answer. “Leticia Hales.” The hall slowly became quiet. “As ordered by Alpha Arnold Reid, you are hereby banished from Nightshade Pack.” My breathing stopped. For a second I thought I heard him wrong. “What?” Mira snapped immediately. “These are Alpha orders,” Gamma Lucas replied calmly.

It pierced the remnants of the fever. I did not scream. I focused on the pain. I used the pain as a weapon. I accepted the fear. I had absorbed the Abyss. I had filtered the poison. I was in chaos. I was ordered. I was a paradox the spirit could not comprehend. The ghost recoiled violently. She was confused. She did not know how to fight the human who welcomed the pain. "You are tainted," the ghost whispered. Her voice was weak now. "I am the cure," I countered.