Cursed Ghost Novels & Stories

“If you don’t fall into the darkness, death will await you!” “Death? I don’t even fear death!” My body glows black and a loud explosion destroys the house. The sky darkens and the sun disappears behind the clouds. “You can’t kill me...you’re not...” “Hahahaha...I can...because I’m The Cursed Alpha!” In my hands, a completely black sword is created with only the red handle. I cut the shadow that is in front of me and immediately after I am hit by a strong white light ...pure.

She ran her index finger along Sienna’s face and continued, “You; my Luv never died…” What Serena said made sense to Sienna. Rubbing her forehead, she muttered, “I never felt like I died either… technically I don’t know what death feels like but it just felt like me when I found myself here… I felt cold, lonely, and claustrophobic…” Serena was impressed by her analysis and decided to give her a bit of more information. “When Alaric refused my proposal three years ago, I was furious. So, I cursed him.” Walking around Sienna in circles, she continued, “Eventually, I realized that he won’t be mine even if his mate died. So, I twisted the curse so that his mate is trapped in my prison.”

“Why? What did I do wrong?” Fate eyed her from head to toe. He laughed. “You are tiny and still so brazen.” He clicked his tongue. “All you humans have no fear. I will tell you what you want to know. You are cursed because it's your destiny to bring the world to an end.” “Ive been seeing ghouls before I made a wish that will destroy the world so your answer makes no sense.” “Catalina, you carried the curse of your past lives into this one. Ghouls will haunt you forever because that's what you deserve.”

I shook my head and continued reading. “The land once occupied by the cursed pack remains haunted to this day. It is said that the souls of those who perished during the early days of the curse still wander, bound to the ruins. Unaware of their own deaths, they search endlessly for a solution, for redemption, for a way to undo what has already been done. They roam, restless and unresolved, trapped between what they were and what they became.” I shuddered, goosebumps breaking out along my arms. “This is…” I whispered, trailing off as I searched for the right word.

“Ple-ease, she’s just a little girl—” “She is your failure, and—mine.” He snapped. The room seemed to throb with shadows. Something more sinister than before stirred behind his cloak. It was neither a beast nor magic. It was him. A ghost. Once a brother to the King’s Court. Now, a phantom king of broken thrones and cursed souls. He inhaled deeply, the burn of rage simmering beneath his skin. “No more hounds. No more cursed beasts. No more hiding behind spells and pawns.”

he thought to himself. Ghost was filled with horror as he watched the massacre unfold before his eyes. He was left all alone to face Centaur, and despite his attempts to use magic against him, nothing seemed to work as he had hoped. Pascal's mouth curled into a sneer as he taunted Ghost, reminding him of the curse that the god of war had placed on Centaur. According to Pascal, only the pure strength of a human could defeat him. Ghost's face fell as he realized the gravity of the situation. Suddenly, an arrow was shot towards his forehead and he let out a heart-wrenching scream before disappearing from sight.

“You want to take me to see Ghost. Do you know who Ghost is? Do you know how dangerous he is? He can’t be trusted. I’m not following you for this.” “If there is anybody that he holds a grudge against it is definitely not you,” Calisté smiled. “Ghost only wanted to rule. He was ambitious and his quest for power drove him to kill his brother. He has no issue with his subjects, he has no issue with werewolves.”

I almost spilled the juice I was drinking because he suddenly grabbed my arm. When we passed by, we simply looked at what was inside. I was surprised to see Toshi and Kylo with other men talking Hunter and I finished a bucket of beer before we left for the morgue. I will prove to him that there is a ghost in our area and that ghost could be me. If I'm the ghost, then Hunter's grandfather really did pass the curse on to me - the curse of being a ghost. I sped up the operation of my tricycle even though I shouldn't be in a hurry. I can still hear Mom Carol's scream in my head when she chased us. Where are we going? Hunter and I couldn't even turn to him.

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al