Cursed Spirit Oc Novels & Stories

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

Kayson asked, “Where are Jules and Evan?” Master Oczen’s face was livid as he replied, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” Kayson delivered a bolt of lightning and destroyed Master Oczen's leg, causing him to scream in agony. “I know the Soul-guiding Curse, so I suggest you tell me everything.” Master Oczen was stunned. ‘He knows the Soul-guiding Curse too?’ Unfortunately, Kayson had run out of patience and was not going to give him the chance to choose. He smacked his head and activated the Soul-guiding Curse.

Spirit stood before us but her manic smile wasn’t the one that had made me take a step back, no it was the large residue of black soot that took over the wall behind her and had a figure like that of a horned goat that had astonished me. This figure had been famous in books to have connection to demonic entities and I wasn’t sure if this was true but even to see it formed at such a large scale was already boggling enough. “You like it? My lord gave me power and now you will be able to feel it too,” Spirit said with a chuckle and I wondered if there was truly any escape possible if we weren’t even dealing with something that was of this earth.

Even Dad pales further, if that's possible. "Elder Silas mentioned he'd never seen anything like the blood tears," Dad says slowly. "But he didn't realize..." "That they were the physical manifestation of ongoing spiritual torment," Lina finishes grimly. "This is why my specialized knowledge was necessary. The Curse of Agony is a forbidden spell that should have died out centuries ago." She gestures toward the bowl, and the water begins to swirl without any visible cause. "It preserves the victim's physical body while subjecting their soul to unending suffering."

She left a parasitic curse behind. It was an ancient, forbidden alchemical spell known to the dark covens of the southern fronts—the Bond-Dampening curse. It was a slow-acting poison designed to target the unique biological frequency of a fated-mate bond. It didn't kill the body; it methodically erased the spiritual recognition between two wolves, turning a soul-deep connection into a vast, empty void.

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

Like the words were almost too significant to say at full volume. Jem looked at him. "What has started? Tell me exactly." Dante lowered his hand slowly. He did not step back. He stayed close, his eyes steady on Jem's. "The curse-child," he said. "The council spoke about it. A spiritual energy that forms between two people when their bond reaches a certain depth." He paused. "It is not physical. It cannot be seen. But it can be felt, and when it is strong enough, it becomes something real. Something powerful."

The longer we stayed here, the more these supplies were going to dwindle. I stepped forward, heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape. The Spirit Born didn’t move—didn’t blink, didn’t breathe, just stood there cloaked in stillness, eyes like ancient ice. “I need to ask you something,” I said, voice low, careful. Its gaze slid to me. Heavy. Like being crushed under centuries of silence. “The twins,” I said. “Is there… is there any way to break the curse on them?” The Spirit Born didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just watched.

If I can just try to picture how to see every entity within me, I probably would be able to get everything that I hope for. Now, I began to think deeply. There are a lot of things I need to be able to separate. What consisted of me is not just body, soul and spirit anymore. There's a lot of things that are within me that I need to learn how to separate and use for my good. There is my wolf spirit too, there is the monster that resulted from the curse, there is also the insignia of the sabertooth mages and sages. There is also the dark spirit from the witches orb that soaked into me. “Gosh, I'm messed up!”

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!"