Novel & Cerita Cursed Gods

Part of me expected the woman on the table to wake up. “That’s the thing Caleb, and I were talking about. He can’t find any record of a curse where someone created an Arachne. We believed it was a species that had died out. But,” he paused as a shiver ran down my spine. I took out my own cigarette, lighting up as I took a long drag. Hunter was watching him intently—it seemed he hadn’t revealed this nugget of information to anyone else just yet. “Caleb did find something… a rumour where a witch was cursed by the gods for pulling beasts from hell into our world.” I swallowed, taking another drag as I wracked my brain, trying to think if I had read or heard any of those stories.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

All the while hearing his master explain their story. “In the beginning, they were harmless creatures; then humans found their hiding spots. That’s when the horrid experiments started on them. They were injected with the blood of the Kraken but reacted badly to it. They became too powerful for the humans to control so they just let them run rampant. These creatures have lost their sense of judgment and need to be punished. So just enjoy yourself, Drake.” Drake does enjoy himself greatly and within a few minutes completely decimates the Whitlock boss along with his lackeys. Drake then changes back to his human form and jumps up to stand next to Angel.

"Can you tell me a bit about your story? A brief plot or something like that. Maybe I can help you with the ending." Although I wasn't really good at endings. "It's all about two angels that have been cursed by a demon." He still was looking at the air. "What's the demon's cursed against them?" I wanted him to look at me. I was trying to reach for his eyes but he kept on moving his hed sidewards just to avoid my gaze. "The guy will live forever. He will live forever in human world. He will never die," he cleared his throat. "Never." "That's a curse?" My brows crossed. "But isn't that what almost everyone wants? To live forever or at least longer."

“I’m just being used by this crazy ceremony! And the existence of this curse allowed me to keep my divine self. Otherwise, perhaps I would have disappeared from this world a long time ago.” That’s right... the existence of the ancient gods has become very sparse as the times have changed. Weaken the power of the gods. As for the gods with great powers, they hide away from being seen by human beings. As for him, being a minor god and being attacked by demons, he would be injured with almost no resistance. “The curse…” the young man said, looking at the god in pain. “Is there another way? That doesn't have to interfere with her.” The young god sighed. He did not know how to undo the curse. Eve

Furious of their disobedience, The mood Goddess placed a curse on them and one by one, they began dying out till an alpha born stepped out and gave out what he treasured the most: His mate as a sacrifice, pleading with the goddess to lift the curse and she did but cast them out from their homelands. A few years later, her second most blessed creatures (The White Fur wolves) began their rebellious plans against the goddess to rule all of mankind. The goddess chased them out as well, where they began dying out and since then, the existence of the Lycans and White Fur wolves vanished from the surface of the earth, we believe their existence was no more.

“Your siblings?” “Eris and Moros. She is the Goddess of Strife. She causes mayhem wherever she goes. She is apparently really stirring up the other realm. My brother Moros is the God of Doom. He drives mortals to their deaths. He can also drive various creatures as long as the aren't strong of will. My brother, Hypnos and I are going to stop them.” “How would a vampire have gotten a God and Goddess to do his dirty work for him?”

“Grandpa, don’t kneel for an evil man like him. They’re all greedy evildoers and they won’t be able to return to the arms of Gaya when they’re dead! Gaya will punish them for sure!” Her eyes were filled with hatred when she said this. However, her grandfather expressed his fear upon hearing that. He hastily covered Dilidaer’s mouth. “Dilidaer, stop talking nonsense! This is none of your business. Go and hide in the crowd, quick!” Everyone in this world worshiped Gaya, the god of the ground and they firmly believed that they would return to the arms of Gaya when they were dead. Even the people of the evil tribe thought so. The worst curse a person could give here was to curse a person to not

The air crackled around him, the world trembling under his fury. When he reached the gates of the divine, the light blinded him. But he didn’t stop. He slammed his fist into the gate, shattering it like glass. Behind it, the gods appeared—figures of pure radiance and arrogance. Kael looked up at them, his voice calm, deadly quiet. “Give her back,” he said. The eldest god sneered. You dare command us, mortal? Kael smiled faintly. “I was never mortal.” He spread his arms wide. His curse burned like wildfire, his veins glowing red. “You made me to destroy. You built me to end worlds. So that’s what I’ll do—starting with yours.”