Cursed Human Novels & Stories

Before I could react further, Jess grabbed a chair and struck me, knocking me unconscious. It was only after my death that I learned the full truth. They had always been a family—Jess, James, and his mother. Jess was never just his sister; she had been brought into the family as his betrothed, their "child bride," chosen by my mother-in-law long ago. I, and later my son, had merely been sacrifices to their shared ambition, pawns in their grand plan. The hatred that surged in me at that memory was relentless, uncontainable.

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

“That is the very first thing we are taught about the cursed ones. Their curse is that they can’t walk in the sun, subjected to drinking blood to survive.” “Okay,” I nodded, forcing a smile.

, he said with a worried look. “You said every pack is cursed. What is Caleb’s pack’s curse?”, I asked. “Their curse is the worst. Moon goddess kept them away from the most important bond a werewolf needs to have- the bond between the human and the wolf.”, he replied. “So, they suffer from split personality?”, I asked, and he nodded. “One has to win at the end?”, my question was vague. “No, they suffer for a lifetime.”, he said.

Who loves the same sea. A human that is broken, flawed yet still shines like a precious gem. But I know that he can never be mine and that, he would never fall for me. The third curse is engraved in my head, echoing each day that the man whom I would love in this entire lifetime, would belong to somebody else’s. ‘The man your heart will yearn for, cannot fall in love with you as long as you are in the human realm’ The voice of the elderies was etched in my mind.

he rubbed his small hands together and breath in deep, "pure humans are the true of us. We are curses." ** The Chamber of Duties burst into pandemonium as it turned out to be a morgue. Inyangas, Tofras, Elementalists and Necromancers took a sip of the Cobra's bile and not long afterwards, burst open, their guts flying all over. Pure humans are the true of us. We are curses.

Black, on the other hand, corresponds to our lifeline that must be filled with red or the time we wasted by disobeying the Cursed System's written rules. Once all the stripes turn black, even praying to gods or the council of sorcerers could not help you anymore. You'll die before you know it. It was purported that ten thousand years ago, a council of powerful sorcerers cursed the vampires and to the next generations of our generations that we are not allowed to kill anyone with a soul to suck up their blood. Instead, they cursed us to lead and bring peace against our enemies; humans, co-vampires, werewolves, and even witches. We dont know either if the Cursed System goes the same for the hu

I would always end up hurting or destroying someone's life in the process, I knew if there were to line up all those who have been hurt directly or indirectly by me, it would make a bridge to the moon, I knew this was the fate I was cursed to meetand that was not the worse part, the curse ensures that I will not only suffer and hurt those around but but also at my 33 birthday I would die, meaning exactly one year from today is my death day. I knew I would die, I knew I would suffer, I knew the pain I was destined to experience, the curse could not be broken and I knew if I did not accept it, I would only prolong my own torture and also torture those I try to use and break my curse, It is ir

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

Heat radiated off him in waves. Outside, the full moon blazed down like a cruel god. “No, no—” Sereal stammered. The moon had come too soon. It wasn’t due until mid-year. She turned and saw him halfway shifted. Eyes wild. That hunger—the rut—was already rising. Too much moonlight would push him over the edge. The curse wasn’t just ancient—it was engineered. The humans had experimented on him, tortured him, and tried to distil immortality from his blood. They forced him into ruts. Tried to breed him like livestock. They failed.