Cursed Spirit Oc Novels & Stories

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.

ZEPHYRINE's POV. I stood frozen, my mind reeling in shock. "Cursed!" someone shouted, and the word was taken up by others, echoing through the clearing. "She's cursed, she's cursed, she's cursed! I felt like I'd gotten the wind sucked out of me, that he had reached in and sucked everything from my insides out. The words cut deep, and a part of me couldn't help but wonder one question: Was it me? Am I cursed to have people around me die under these circumstances that are so mysterious?

Her face became pinched into a frown as she read. “That, the bookshop owner, came up with a theory about it. What if it was accidentally summoned and they couldn’t be banished, destroy, or mark return to sender because the curse trapped it here in town like the other spirits? It’s quite destructive, we’ve seen that. It probably forced them to bottle it up, so to speak, for the safety of everyone.” Eric knew this thing didn’t like men. Eddie wasn’t the only one attacked by the spirit under that roof. If the person was a man, then they would find themselves bothered in one way or another. The spirit distinctly hated men and aggressively tried to for them to leave the house.

About that. Tsuki gave several bottles of cachaça towards the other spirits, who now, possessors love a bottle of liquor, it was easy to bribe them and induce them to steal what they wanted, when everyone was satisfied with their collections of sexual organs, taken with them. them, towards the spiritual world. All ended up cursed, when they were taken over by possessing spirits that left them all night like humanoid versions of old turbos and white hair stretched out with skinny faces, screaming and moaning, men and women did not escape this ruse.

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.

The magic of the ritual took hold. I felt my soul being pulled by an invisible force, weaving itself together with another. I reached into the depths of his spirit. It was a raging tempest of raw power, so violent that any soul who strayed too close would be instantly shredded. This was the truth of the "curse." It wasn't a malicious devouring. It was that a normal wolf spirit couldn't possibly withstand the sheer magnitude of his power—a power inherited from a witch bloodline. But as my wolf spirit touched that tempest, my own gift of prophecy began to flow.

“Body, spirit, and soul, Alpha, Beta, Delta, Gamma, Omega, and the pack, heed my call as I drink this water, make me forget, things I need to when I need to.” I felt a sudden rush of energy surge through me and in an instant, it was gone. “Did you feel that?” “I didn’t but I can imagine what you felt. It is done.” I nodded as she gestured towards the exit. “Remember you can undo this curse by drinking from the blood of that particular thing you cannot remember." “Why? What if it is not a thing? Why can’t I just drink? This water again and reverse it?” “It doesn’t work like that, young Lord and in case what you cannot remember is not a thing or you have no idea what it is, then your willpower

“But the curse was tied to your blood covenant. It is rooted in both of your souls. The spirit can enter you. It can enter the child. Removing it would kill all of you.” My stomach twisted. “So what do we do?” I asked. “Break the spirit,” Drake answered. “Sever its connection entirely. Before it becomes too powerful.” Jake snorted. “Great. So all we need to do is kill a centuries-old curse manifestation. Easy.” Lucas rested his hand over mine again, grounding me. “Rose… we’ll handle it. I won’t let anything touch you or the baby.” Before I could answer, a knock came at the door.

“Ursula… how could you, how could you, how could you?!” The Spirit taking up the body of a man and head like a goat laughed at Luntian’s words. “Not true? Not true? Oh, your naivete amuses me.” The Spirit of the Underworld unearths a cigarette and then snaps his fingers to produce a minute flame. “The brother of the Luna is a monster and your sister is the one who created this thing...” The menacing Spirit gestured at Luther. “A curse has been made to the spirit.” The ram said, blowing out his cigarette. “I cannot take him to the Underworld.” And a wicked smile. “Thank you for the show, daughter of Amihan. Now I must go,” Luntian’s breath hitched and she looked at the Spirit with wide unblin

I knew exactly what was coming for me if I didn't round up this spell, and fast. With one last burst of power, I finished the words, and yanked harder on Cora's wolf, Althea. I heard the sound of something breaking, and in the next moment, Cora screamed, her eyes flying open but remaining unseeing. The sound was raw and hoarse and horrible, but with it came the one thing I wanted. I guided the wolf spirit into the urn, and sealed it, just as I heard thundering footfalls coming down the hallway. Shit.