Cursed Humans Novels & Stories

He never took his eyes off the curly-haired youth in front of him. "So you know how to get us inside? Like you did to someone who looked like me—a guy with a curse like me?" "I don't know the meaning of the curse. However, the priests at the church say that somewhere there are humans who are cursed because of their past actions. They are not creatures of darkness but are similar to it. Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, Bro!" Jace just kept silent and waited for Franco to do whatever he wanted. Franco walked past Jace and Rain and kicked a pile of trash that was piled up. A metal grate on one of the walls looks reddish and rusty on the ground. Franco knelt while holding the iron rods and li

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

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.

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

"A human can do that too." "So she's not really a vampire at all?" "She might be one of those people who was born with a need for energy, but anyone can do that, humans and non-humans alike." "Well, she's a human without the humanity anyway, I should have..." I wanted to say something nasty, instead, I let out a miserable sigh, "I don't know what to do."

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

"I'm cursed" I clamped my hands over my mouth to prevent me from screaming. "What kind of curse?" I asked curiosity getting the best out of me. "I don't have human feelings, I can't be happy, I can't be sad, I can't fall in love, anything feelings, I don't have" What?! I almost cried for him as he spoke, how did he get cursed? Who did he offend? How does he cope? "Why are you telling me?" I asked.

He prefers to be a strong and rebellious man in challenging action films. "This is not pure romance. In fact, the director chose you because you are considered very compatible with Peter's strong character," Ethan corrected. William sighed again, "no," he said then took a sip of his beverage. Not only a manager, Ethan is also William's cousin. The two of them grew up together since childhood. Ethan is the closest person to and knows all about William. Including the real identity of the 29 year old man, who is a werewolf. The existence of werewolves is like a joke to most of people in the world. But there are also those who believe, even obsessed with finding proof. But in fact, the creature

They were a mystery. “Are you cursed?” I ask, meeting his eyes in an instant. Damon seems to be a little taken back by my question but he covers it up with a chuckle, “No but my species are cursed. You can say that,” “Your species?” “Werewolves. Humans that can change into wolves,” He replies before clearing his throat, “We are all descendants of a cursed man. He was a human, an ordinary human, until one day he just . . . wasn’t.”