Cursed Spirit Novels & Stories

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Serenity shook her head. "Just help me to break the curse." "It's not easy, the state in which you cursed him was emotionally powerful. It had hate, anger, mistrust and mourning... That curse is strong. Not to mention that it's given by one of the powerful witch..." Sabrina said and Serenity looked away in guilt. "Augustus can revive people" Serenity said. "If he kills her and revive her back then will it work... There must be some loophole in it." "Augustus can only revive those people whom he has killed... He might revive her back but there are chances that the curse won't break and if she dies out of natural causes then he can't revive her"

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."

I asked. "I'm sorry Leo, but it's going to be difficult. A cursed spirit like her can only wander on earth" Spirit Five declared. "She can wander all she wants, I just want her off my woman" I declared. "We know, and together, we will figure out a safe way to destroy her, and let her off your hook" spirit one replied. "Good, thank you so much ancestry spirits. I knew you guys won't fail me" I appreciated but from there, I could feel someone shaking me vigorously properly to wake me up from the human realm.

Niniane said with a nod. "How was Ravana cursed?" Layla asked curiously. "By the first chosen. With his last breath, he gave Ravana exactly what he wanted. An immortal life, but with a few ultimatums. He would never see the sunlight again and he must drink the blood of others to sustain his immortality. So, the first vampire was born. But instead of being given the blessing of creating healers, all he would be able to bring to this earth was more death." Layla was silent as she took in Ninian's words.

His vision blurred — half man, half beast, half something else entirely. “You think you can stop this?” the spirit hissed. “The curse runs through both your veins now.” Cole roared, driving the spirit backward into the altar. Light exploded — gold meeting silver, curse meeting blood. The shockwave sent the remaining spirits scattering into the trees, their howls echoing like thunder. When the light faded, Cole fell to his knees. Steam rose from his skin. His claws dripped gold instead of blood. His breath came ragged, each inhale laced with pain.

I croaked, afraid of what I would hear. “The Void Hounds are after you, yes, but it’s not for no reason. The thing is, you’re bound to a curse—a sort of spirit, if that will make you understand it better.” I nodded in agreement because the face-shifting spirit in my visions had told me the same thing. “I had a vision about this. I don’t know much but I saw a creature whose face kept changing rapidly to faces of people I know and some that I don’t. It told me that I had inherited a curse that had been dormant inside me.”

I ordered. "I'm Cain, and I'm already dead thousands of years ago. I was strolling through this world with my wife when we were cursed by a powerful spirit in the place where we should rest in peace. That is why we are searching for someone who can help us get rid of the curses of the powerful spirit. We need to go back to the place of spirits to rest because we are tired of strolling in this world." "A place of spirit?" I queried. "Is there really a place like that? A place where the spirits are resting?"

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

Cammie looked at me dumbfounded. "Seriously?" she finally asked. "Yes," I nodded. "I don't make it up." "But how could she be the cause?" "She's not normal, Cammie," I said. "You'd already told me that," Cammie pointed out. "No, I mean she's not like anyone else," I said and tried to force the words. "She's- a psychic-vampire." "A psychic what?" Cammie echoed out bewilderingly. "A succubus if you prefer," I said again. "You read a lot. You know what dhampire is. You better know what a succubus means!"