Cursed Spirit 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.

“Wait… what did you just say?” His gaze swept over us, sharp, piercing. “Centuries ago, it was foretold: our land would be cursed by the Wicked, and two boys would arrive from a distant realm. One would break the curse, the other would fight to preserve it. Mortal enemies, bound to the fate of this world.” Carter and I exchanged a glance—best friends, inseparable. Then back at the hooded figure. “That’s impossible, sir,” I said. “We’ve known each other forever. Nothing could turn us against one another. We’re not part of your prophecy.”

BANG! I jerked back. Ethan sat up quickly, striking a match and lighting the emergency candle. The soft flame flickered to life, casting shadows around the room—and illuminating something at the window. Scratches. Not random ones. They formed a word: > “VOW KEEPER” I stared at Ethan, horrified. “What does it mean?” He looked pale. Too pale. “That’s what the spirit is called. The one that guards the curse. The one that enforces the blood oath. And if the vow is broken… it collects.”

“We believed the prophecy… it said there was a curse only the fated mate could break.” She’s silent for a moment. Then her voice cuts through the room. “The prophecy cannot lie,” she says. “But one thing is for sure… the pack was never cursed.” She pauses again, then snaps her fingers. “That’s it!” She taps the table. “Someone in this pack is cursed.” The room stills. “Do you have any ancient books or texts on spirits and dark energy?” I blink, trying to process everything. “Yes.” I gesture to Sunny, and he darts out of the room.

Selene whispered, “it feels sentient.” Reven crouched down, feeling the soil. “It’s not dirt. It’s energy — pure and ancient.” As he spoke, the wind shifted, carrying faint whispers — voices stacked atop one another, too many to count. Some wept. Some laughed. Some called their names. Selene turned abruptly, her heart racing. “Did you hear that?” Reven nodded slowly. “They’re spirits. Those bound by the curse.” She swallowed hard. “Then we’re standing at its core.”

“What’s happening to her?” Draven stepped forward, his jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with frustration. “It’s the curse. The guardian warned us—failure in the trial would come with a price.” The spirit’s form flickered, its eyes glowing with eerie light. *"She has been found unworthy. The curse will consume her unless you find a way to reverse it. But know this: your time is short, and the curse has already taken root."* I looked at Sophia, her body twitching as the mist seeped deeper into her. Every instinct in me screamed to help her, but I didn’t know how. My mind raced, desperately searching for a solution. We couldn't lose her—not here, not like this.

It's been imprisoned here for centuries. Lucas growled low, stepping in front of Elena and Marcus. His instincts screamed in danger, but he couldn't let the others see his fear. It wants to turn us rogue. This is what the curse was for. The glowing eyes of the spirit locked onto the barely standing Marcus. The wildness in his eyes grew worse by the second; his body trembled in such a way, fighting the rogue energy inside him. The spirit seemed to realize the weakness, drifting towards him like some predator homing onto its prey.

Memory. “You carry the mark,” it said. “The others.” The spirit's glowing eyes shifted to the guys. “They have no protection. No royal blood. They must be destroyed.” "No!" I stepped forward, putting myself between the spirit and the boys. "They're with me. They're under my protection." "Please. They're not your enemies." The spirit was silent for a second before it made a revelation. “The dark ones came. Planted the cursed vines. Woke us from our rest.”

What else did his curse comprise of that I didn't know? "I courted seven ladies in the past. Unfortunately, none of them lived long enough to walk to the isle with me. My curse somehow affected them and killed them all. I guess they were too fragile to handle such burden." His eyes glistened with tears but as quickly as they came, so also they dried up. I have never survived any of Veronica's maltreatment nor Vivian's, without falling unconscious. Just how long would I endure before his curse finally took my soul?

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