Cursed Gifts Novels & Stories

This agreement worked for the Greens and other kingdoms that had the gift of immortality and had been after by the 'Gipus Curse'. The Gipus Curse worked in a way that if the parent chose, they could sacrifice the years offered to them as an extension to their children so that they could live longer. Parents could not exist alongside their children for longer than they must. Terese-White and her husband, Bingy-White, had left their son, Pink-White to take care of their grandchildren. Bingy-White was the first to go, Terese-White came later on. It was a huge sacrifice that resulted into sickness of his wife Evalene Green. The Gipus curse had affected her differently because she was not immorta

"Your mate? But you aren't a wolf? I thought seers didn't get mates?" "I am not a wolf; I am a wolfless werewitch." "WHAT?" "I was sick as a child, and my wolf never manifested. My gifts were still growing without my wolf. So I became a seer." My head was spinning. How was there so much? I didn't know. "Who is Diaz?"

"You shouldn't be to begin with." Seriousness eclipsed her features. "Why are you up by this time?" An exasperated sigh left me. Cordelia was... tiring. Once we came of age (aka turned immortal), Hecate, our goddess, bestowed upon us gifts. Our 'inherent gifts'. Cordelia was gifted with foresight, but as it was with Hecate: there was a downside to every upside. While Cordelia could see the future of others, she was cursed to also see hers. And this included but wasn't limited to seeing when and how she'd die.

Damn it! Suddenly, the carvings on the coffin began to glow up in a faint red colour. They were writings of a language... "Ze tchse hea goh tuoah." She mumbled the writings out loud and tilted her head in thought. Where had she... Wasn't this in History? As she was lost in thought, the coffin began to illuminate bright red lights from the edges as the cave began to shake lightly. She was shaken out of her thoughts and her vision zeroed on the lit up coffin. Okay... What was happening?

The one that promises doom and destruction. "I have never seen a curse like this." The oldest witch at the time made that observation, unweaving the curse that had been planted in my blood, letting it grow in my veins along with me and my strength. The stronger I get, the darker the blood gets and the more the curse and I become one. They said we had one solution, to find my mate and mate with her, they'll try and use her blood to break the curse. That is the only option and now I need my mate to do this before I completely lose myself.

I was just about to push the door open and announce my presence when a sudden turn of events left me frozen in horror. Rylan suddenly burst out laughing as if he'd gone hysterical. When he finally stopped, he turned to his father with a devilish grin and spoke again. "Is that what you expected to hear? No father, no. I don't give two shits about that ignorant little bitch. She's nothing more to me than a prize. We both know that she's cursed but she could bring so much greatness to me and our pack so I'm willing to take that risk. We both know what she is and we know the great power that she possesses. Normally, she would be a very powerful foe but luck happens to be on our side at this time

“No, Jrue, we're not going to talk about it anymore. I don't want to see those heretics deceive my son. Gifts are a curse placed on the earth by Arni, the Elder Brother god. They are a means of vengeance. “Don't you see the deaths they caused, the schisms they triggered in the human race, and then the visitor glorifies them and tries to teach our children sorcery?” his mother exclaimed. “but, mother... please. This is a one-time request from me. Many of the children have also been brought to the registration office. Jrue, on the verge of tears, pled, "This is the only thing I'm asking of you."

Then… all this time, Dominic was blamed and shunned for a reason that was untrue? “Of course not,” Chris responded, “If it’s a curse then a whole land had been cursed by it? That doesn’t make sense and a curse tend to doom the person but our gifts comes from our birth and it’s a blessing. We’re stronger than most people, more keen in our senses, and most of all, we’re resistance to most of the poison that humans made.”

Marissa felt a surge of gratitude, knowing that these gifts were not just material items but symbols of the love and support that surrounded her. Among the gifts, one particularly caught her attention—a beautifully bound book filled with handwritten recipes from the village's oldest residents. This was a treasure she had always wanted, as cooking had been a cherished pastime shared with her mother. The book was a collection of family recipes, each page telling a story of love, tradition, and the joy of gathering around the table. As Marissa flipped through the pages, she could almost hear the laughter of her family and friends echoing through the years.

I looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. “The wolf flute is not just an instrument,” Elder Cedric explained, his tone grave. “It’s a key, a conduit for gifts that are ancient and powerful. Hidden within the scrolls are the secrets to unlocking these gifts, but they come with great responsibility.” He leaned closer, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made me shiver. “I need you to be mindful of these gifts, Ava. They are not to be used lightly. The power they grant can be overwhelming, and if you’re not careful, it can consume you.”