Cursed Godzilla Novels & Stories

The Ushi-Oni or the gyūki, The gyūki was a monster whose appearance looked like a spider with an ox's head that sported long sharp poisonous horns, and razor-sharp fangs, each of its six legs had a single long claw that could slice through even the toughest of metals, and its forked tongue carried the force of a whip. It was a creature of nightmares. A monster that most gods assumed was mythical, a folklore legend, but the gods of the Underworld Kingdom knew better. A single Ushi-Oni could cause a sickness that would drain the lesser gods and goddesses of their souls and their divine gifts; it would then use those powers to unlock the hidden cells of the sub-princes of Hell; Astaroth, Maggot

"And not just that. We can also assert dominance over the entire immortal world!" Before his demise, Mr. Godrick utilized a powerful technique to curse Umbrex and Celeste, transforming them into grotesque beings. For years, they endured torment and curses, their auras uncontrollably leaking out, shrouding them in an eerie presence. This suffering had been their constant companion, morphing them from legitimate immortals into aberrations reliant on consuming essence and blood aura for sustenance. In essence, they had descended into a demonic state. Upon acquiring the Abyssal Blaze Sword from Zachary, Celeste and Umbrex tempered it, absorbing its power to compensate for their deficiencies.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

“The moment Ryosuke was born, he was transformed into a piglet. As you know, he is actually cursed. Curses achieved at birth are usually hereditary. But it is no special trait that I have ever seen.” “I knew that from the start but I wouldn’t be actively looking for you if it weren’t for another curse.” Ryosuke said and took off his shirt. “Another curse?” Changming questioned. Ryosuke removed his shirt to show his back. Even Shoraku, who is normally composed, was shocked to see it. Kazuha remembered the rotten alligator skin from yesterday. “Good god? What happened to your back?” Noriko asked in disgust. “That is the Gu curse. You trespassed the Fenxian mountains, did you? When did this hap

Remembering made me shudder. He gave me a sharp look. "You heard them? Felt them?" "I - Yes, I think so." I stepped closer to him, suddenly afraid. I knew nothing about where I was. Leo placed his hands on my bare arms. "Those are the Cursed. They are creatures who turned their backs on Polonias and the goodness of the magic in the land. They are like the demons of your world. Some are desperate for a way out of the darkness, while others seek to pull unsuspecting travelers in. They are the cause of the Sickness." He shook his head. "Did you understand them?"

In the nick of time, Salem stepped in front of Kalista and the serpent froze, baring its fangs at the witch. Everything happened so fast that Kalista only had enough time to let out a horrified gasp and flinch. She stared at the serpent over Salem's shoulder and gulped fearfully. "What is that?" she whispered. "The Ghidorah," Salem answered, keeping her eyes on each of the heads of the serpent. "In other languages, it is called the Kaiju. It guards the old scrolls, and only the stongest witches can tame its fury." "It almost attacked me," Kalista voiced out, taking two careful steps backwards.

Wolves from the outer clans, limping and injured. Jorah’s eyes widened. “Open the gates! Quickly!” The refugees stumbled inside, gasping, their eyes wide with terror. One of them, an elder wolf with silver scars on his face, collapsed to his knees. “The curse has spread,” he rasped. “The Blackwood is lost. The rivers turned red overnight. We barely made it out.” Mira knelt beside him, placing a hand on his chest to stabilize his breathing. “The curse thrives on fear,” she murmured.

I shot her a look. “Forget it,” I said. Aidrac was waiting to hear too, and for some reason, I wasn't enthusiastic about him knowing I was possessed. I remembered our conversation in the healing den, he was the first person to reassure me that I wasn't cursed. I didn't want him knowing he was wrong, that I am cursed—or at least abnormal. “Rhea is Lunara, the moon goddess,” Aravelle said. Oh, for god's sake. “The one in the myth?” Aidrac asked, a brow raised.

Soon, the car's headlights faded into the distance, leaving me engulfed in darkness. In the distance, several pairs of glowing green eyes flickered in the darkness—wolves! I closed my eyes in despair, waiting for death to claim me. However, the expected pain never came. I opened my eyes to see Ethan standing before me, wolf fangs piercing his body. Even as blood soaked his clothes, he did not utter a sound. "Ethan!" I cried out in horror. Suddenly, bright lights flooded the area, and police sirens pierced the night. The wolf pack scattered in panic.

ZEPHYRINE's POV. I stood frozen, my mind reeling in shock. "Cursed!" someone shouted, and the word was taken up by others, echoing through the clearing. "She's cursed, she's cursed, she's cursed! I felt like I'd gotten the wind sucked out of me, that he had reached in and sucked everything from my insides out. The words cut deep, and a part of me couldn't help but wonder one question: Was it me? Am I cursed to have people around me die under these circumstances that are so mysterious?