Cursed Gods Novels & Stories

He stopped just short of me, his presence crackling like lightning in the air. “Because I have known you,” he said softly. “Not you exactly—but every life before you. Every incarnation of your bloodline.” My breath seized. “What are you talking about?” “I am not a student at Blackmoor,” Harry said finally. “I am not even supposed to exist here. I am the first cursed immortal—the one who defied the gods and paid the price in eternity.” The words sank into me like stones. My knees weakened. “Immortal…?”

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

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

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

Some looked panicked, others looked amused, but most of all, it's clear that they are confused about what is going on. A dead Alpha means a lot of different things. It makes a Pack vulnerable to others, even if they are small and distant. It also means someone has to step into place, and people hate change. Especially when their new Alpha is centuries old and has a disturbing amount of power. "Some of you may think you recognise me, and you would be right," Sire exclaims, his voice travelling easily through the space, like he was born to command. "A very long time ago I was cursed. My Pack was destroyed, with those surviving forced to join this one. Now, I am here to reclaim my position of p

"Eurydice, the creature you and Alcides encountered in the woods, the Furion Panther, is no ordinary beast. It is a cursed creature with a history of darkness and misfortune." Eurydice, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and curiosity, listened intently as Corvus continued. "The Furion Panther was once a majestic and noble creature, known for its beauty and grace. But it fell victim to a dark curse, one that twisted it into a creature of malevolence and rage." Corvus explained that the Furion Panther's curse was the result of a tragic event, one that had cast a shadow over its existence. He revealed the creature's history, a tale of betrayal and suffering that had led it down a path of

“I heard the story too. The Gods were becoming too cruel towards the creatures on Earth. Humans, Werewolves, Vampires. Everyone was suffering from their torment. Moon Goddess could not bear it so she called upon all the creatures and united them against the gods. But she and her mate were ultimately killed and discarded by the Gods. However, before dying, the Moon Goddess put a curse on the Gods, sealing them in Veneer.” “During the war, millions were killed,” he goes on. “The Gods were winning. The Dragons were on their side. All of them were burning down people and civilizations. But one dragon rebelled against its own kind. He was the Dragon of the Wind, the largest and strongest dragon o

He tried to change the topic, “How are you still out and about by this time?” “I came to see you, actually. I’ve got good news.” Killian cocked an eyebrow curiously, “Does it have to do with our war with the Curers? Are we going to emerge victorious?” At this point, that was the most important thing on his mind. “Even better, son… my prayers have finally been answered. Finally one of the gods are willing to help us get rid of the curse. Isn’t that great?” “Which god?” “Selene.” Came the reply.

She said, The sky grew dark, the floor cracked open and one by one the dark gods arrived. Zaymor, the god of the dead, Yefir, the god of the damned souls, The others were from different parts of damnation that were better left unspoken off, it seemed like all the nature gods and goddesses had joined illummino. Herega screamed in rage as she sent an orb at derora who flicked it away and sent a tentacle of energy that passed through into derora and began absorbing her energy,

Although I said I understand nothing, it was because what she told was completely different from what I saw. The main character of the story, Sator, wasn’t a mortal, but an archon and a compelling god. He wandered the celestias or universes he created with his immortal comrades but . . . a tragedy struck in the abode of the deities named Procyron. Sator was part of Procyron’s council, a group of eight gods ruling the abode of deities and celestias. The council . . . that was supposed to be divine and perfect was cursed and it led the eight gods to suffer from sins.