Cursed Novel Novels & Stories

He grinned. “The girl is not here … now.” Hugo half turned his back to Aryadi and Burhan. The grin on his lips didn't disappear either. “But I'm not sure about a few seconds ago.” Burhan tried to argue and yell, but Hugo interrupted him loudly as if he already knew what Burhan was going to say. “You haven't forgotten who I am, have you? The reason why I'm called the Cursed?” Hugo hissed like a snake in the middle of a savanna whose calm was disturbed. But then his tone became jolting again. “I can smell them!”

“HELP....” Darius grabbed the back of his shirt before the poor man vanished completely. The warrior came back up covered head to toe in black mud. Silence followed. Then the woman laughed again. This time harder. Even one of the Nightfang wolves snorted. The muddy warrior looked deeply offended. “This forest is cursed.” Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, Trevor. You’re just stupid.” For the first time all night, I almost smiled. Almost. Trevor looked betrayed. “Alpha…”

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one. I opened my eyes which was filled with agony. My heart felt heavy from the burden I had been carrying for thousands of years. I regretted the day I had killed that innocent man thinking he was responsible for the death of my parents. What I didn’t know was the man had been cursed and whoever killed him would be the new host of the curse. Being able to live for thousands of years might be the longing of many wolves but not me as I was tired of repeating the same cycle over and over again.

"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."

TITLE; ELSA WITH A CHANCE ***SYNOPSIS*** After being branded a cast away by her father, Elsa is forced to live in the outskirts of her Clan, together with her disabled mother. Determined to change her life's narrative, Elsa enters into a contest to compete for the position of the next ruler, despite being viewed as the underdog by everyone. Follow the journey of Elsa as she defies all odds in this story of determination, love, betrayal, and revenge.

I almost puked in disgust and turned my face away but she forced me to look at her. "I curse you to never find love, you'll be lonely all of your life. Anyone who loves you will die a horrible death, anyone who tries to break this curse will never know peace, you will be an outcast among your own people, your best friend will betray you, your woman will seek your life and you will never be happy!" The woman shouted. "No!" I yelled frantically. I began to shake violently as I tried to free myself, the witch appeared beside my Father and everyone else began to chant the curse along with her.

“Tomiko’s Hell.” Inspired by the original piece, yet draws its distinct unique characteristic and point of view. This poem inside this novel and world is a curse from the depth of its very core. Read it aloud, or even take a glance at its title will surely put you up all night with your worst nightmare. Start to count and even pray for your life, as the poem is something the author thinks about as a curse itself. Too late to back down as you cannot escape its grasp. “Now, now, now, are you ready to taste its darkness?”

“So you’re telling me rogues are cursed?” I wanted to hit my head against a wall. I should have known a person like Felicity would lie about even her academic prowess. “The goddess cursed rogues? Where did you learn this?” “It’s in ‘Rogues 101.’ I’m serious.” As she mentioned the ridiculous book title, I pulled out my phone to search for it on the internet. Surprisingly, it existed. “The goddess cursed all destroyers with a madness that is incurable.”

"Maybe this answer sounds too strange, but it really is the only answer. "I was attacked, insulted, and nearly driven to death because I bought my son that tie. "But more importantly, while I was investigating the truth, I stumbled onto something else. "My husband, whom I’ve been with for fifteen years, ten of which we were married for, has been cheating on me since the beginning of our marriage." The comment section exploded. [Wait, what kind of plot twist is this?] [Can you stop dodging the question? What does this have to do with everyone hating you?]