Cursed Spirit Novels & Stories

“Wait! Did you say that Alaric was just sitting in the room? Something is not right… Once his mate died, he should have taken his wolf form and returned to the pack. His painful howls would have conveyed the message that his mate was no more…” Elliot snorted and said incredulously, “Whose judgment is clouded now? Are you saying that he isn’t suffering enough…” Aunt Sue smacked Elliot's head and said, “No, silly. I am saying that maybe… just maybe... Sienna hasn’t died after all…” Aunt Sue busied herself making preparations for a locator spell. When she couldn’t locate her or her energy field, she performed the ‘Commune’ spell which was used to call on the spirits of the dead. She couldn’t ev

"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

“Of course, it’s not Guilherme Extraordinaire’s soul. I can’t say for sure if Immortal Doctor Guilherme Extraordinaire’s soul from the twelfth century is still in this world, but this thing before us is merely a mountain spirit raised with blood!” When Alex exposed the mountain spirit’s identity, Levi’s face instantly turned pale. “What is a mountain spirit?” Phoebe looked at Alex curiously. Right then, Wallace suddenly slapped his thigh. “I remember now. This indeed is a mountain spirit. Something like this had been recorded in our Witch Doctor Sect. Mountain spirits are also known as evil spirits. These are the souls of mandrills that died but didn’t perish. Through a twist of fate, they t

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

Pages flipped under my fingers until one heading caught my attention: Dual Consciousness in Cursed Beings. My pulse quickened. I read. “Some curses do not bind the flesh, but the mind. A spirit, bound through blood or guilt, may coexist within the host, merging thought and instinct. Such entities often awaken under extreme emotion or confrontation.” That was it. That was what she had touched. The curse wasn’t just keeping Edgar immortal, it was sharing him. He wasn’t alone in his own head. I turned another page. “The host may remain unaware of the secondary presence, mistaking it for instinct or rage. Yet the entity watches. It feeds from memory, emotion, and will.”

Even those base emotions are muddled with the overwhelming return of what it means to be Sani. Like most things on the Isle, my runes have several translations. To the Demons it means unforgiven. To Stepans it means forsaken. But when I received the first binding mark of Spirit, I was told it meant unbreakable. Senji, Soji, Sekri, Sori. Principals. The will of Fire, Senji. The compassion of Water. The steel of Earth’s resolve. The flexibility and adaptiveness of Air. Only once all four elements were mastered were we gifted with Spirit—the unbreakable shield that the Demons have perverted into a curse.

“Call me what you want. Moon-sea freak. Cursed blood. But I fought for this kingdom. I bled for it. And if the time comes, I’ll die for it too. Will you?” Silence. Then The flames in the great braziers flickered violently, turning from orange to a pale, searing white. A sudden wind ripped through the chamber, though no windows were open. Scrolls flew from tables. Candles blew out. And from the shadows behind the high altar, a figure emerged. Armored in silver and bone, her eyes like starlight. Everyone fell silent. Even the council stood. “The Tribunal has been watched,” the spirit said, her voice echoing from somewhere far older than this hall. “And you speak of the curse as if it were a ch

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.