Cursed Hisoka Novels & Stories

“Shut Up!!! Go! Help with the fire and gather up all the research papers!!!” The bodyguard stood there speechless. “Are you disobeying me?” The bodyguard turned and ran back toward the still-burning building before his boss could say or do anymore. The young man shrugged and turned back to the forest. ‘I couldn’t even hear myself think with that bumbling fool raging on like an idiot. For as long as he has been with us you would think he would be used to things like that.’ He smiled evilly to himself, remembering what he had just seen. ‘It seems our test subject has found a friend; this could get interesting!’ With that, he turned back toward the building and started to make his way back

“Not me. The second-born. Her shadow.” Her voice darkened, like smoke curling around old wounds. “And then she died. And I had him. Finally. And even then, it wasn’t enough. Because every time he looked at you, John, he saw her. Not me. Never me.” She stepped back from the bars, eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of pride. “You were protected from the knowledge of what you truly were. Yet you were the very thing I could never compete with.” “You are cursed, John. Cursed.”

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

I asked my head still on his chest as I wondered if his heart will give up more than what his mouth was will to. What could've stopped a proud alpha like him from doing what he wanted to do? “I'm cursed.” He blurted out. For the beat of one to three, I didn't react until his two-word reply sank in. “Sorry, what?” I asked my head snapping up. This has to be some sick joke because how could he cursed? “Yes, I am.” “But… but… how can you be cursed?” I stammered. “You're the Alpha.” “Yes I am. But there's no where it is written that an Alpha can't get cursed.”

His skin complexion was also turning a sickly shade of pale. “Seiran.” He rasped. “My name is…Seiran. Seiran Fujiyama.” Tohya looked on wordlessly. The newly acknowledged Seiran then laughed humourlessly, coughing up some blood as he did so. “I can’t believe that kids like you could defeat me. What a joke.” He coughed harshly. “But it doesn’t matter now. No matter how much Hekate tries, she can never defeat Kami.” Tohya narrowed his eyes. He didn’t like the way that Seiran had phrased those words. There was a resigned tone in his voice; almost like Yuri’s fate was already sealed.

“Yep. Let’s get going.” The students who were waiting for them to finish climb up the stairs and see the boy beaten badly and lying down with a bloody face. “D-do you need…” “Just go away…,” says the boy and the students go rushing to their classes. The boy, Akihiko Ito was branded off as a cursed child from when he was 8 years old. The reasons to him being called a cursed child was that he had the ability to see spirits from his birth. Nobody believed him since they thought of spirits and ghosts as objects existing only in stories. Until…

Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night. “They cursed our bloodline with their dying magic,” Darius continued. “A curse designed to destroy the Alpha line.” Kaelen shook his head. “That’s just a legend." “I believed the same thing,” Darius said quietly. “Until tonight.” He lifted his hand weakly. Dark veins pulsed beneath his skin. “The moment you left for the hunt… the sickness began.” Kaelen felt Ravok shift uneasily inside him. The forest, the wolf murmured.

Even now, the memory made him sick. He had been waiting, desperate, for Ishaan to show up so he could explain, to beg for understanding— But Ishaan had tried to kill him instead. That was when Ohas had vowed revenge. He had followed Ayaan’s words, seeking the pendant. That was when he had learned the truth. The Cursed did not simply roam the outskirts of Kal’Raksha. They fed on blood. Ohas had found the pendant—only to lose it. Now, the longer he stayed away from it, the weaker he became.

Grey has left her daughter's side when she sees me through the glass and only comes back to reality when I feel a hit on my arm and a scream in my ear. "You monster! What did you do to my daughter!" She thunders as she hits my chest till her husband holds her back. "If anything happens to my daughter, I will make sure you live the rest of your life in hell. You monster!" A lugubrious smile comes on my face. I have been living in hell since the day I was bestowed this curse for being avaricious and solipsistic, and my hell increased when I first lost the only one who made me feel less hated, and now, I am going to lose the only one who has made me feel alive after so many centuries of feeling

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