Cursed Spirit Oc Novels & Stories

And within his mind, I felt his resolve— > “Or I’ll die before I let myself kill you.” --- We sat in silence. The room still and cold. Until suddenly, the ground beneath us trembled. The candle—which had gone out—burst back to life. This time, the flame twisted into the shape of a woman’s face—her eyes bleeding red, her hair floating like threads of shadow. The spirit of the curse had appeared. A rasping voice echoed from the flames. > “The sacrifice is incomplete. The souls are bound. But the blood has not been paid. Choose one: love... or salvation.”

demon man? "Well, you see, you're a human. If it had been opened by a witch, I would have been totally free but they had no plans of letting that happen, but they knew I would come up with something. Some other being. Humans. And so they put a curse on the spell that if it's being opened by a human, I'd be cursed to be stuck almost powerless with him or her." "Almost powerless?" She couldn't help but mark out that phrase. What did he mean by that?

It was almost nine in the evening. “A curse,” he muttered, shaking his head, walking to his small kitchen to grab a bottle of mineral water. “If the curse really existed, maybe he could help me with my data analysis assignment.” Siron chuckled to himself. Humor was his shield, always had been. Since childhood, he had been raised in fear of a Morat, a vengeful spirit betrayed by their royal ancestor, who swore to hunt every male descendant of their bloodline. But to Siron, it was all nonsense. He lived in the modern age, in GreenDolt, a city that, though steeped in legend, still functioned normally. There was no place for ghosts or shapeshifters in his life.

By the time they broke through the tree line, the town was burning in full. Fire ran through the streets. People scattered in every direction mothers dragging children, men wielding broken tools as weapons. And in the chaos moved the rogues, wild and twisted wolves whose minds had long since rotted. Alaric was off his horse before it stopped. His boots struck the ground hard. The curse in his blood stirred, coiling deep beneath his skin. His claws slid out, dark and sharp as obsidian. The air around him shifted, thickening with power. He didn’t wait quickly He moved cutting down as many as he could quickly and swiftly.

I wanted to leave but my feet feel so heavy right now. The entire area was enveloped with silence until an old man in a white robe entered inside. The attention of all shifted to him. "Stop! I am glad I made it in time. What is going on here?" his intimidating voice resonated in the crown and resulted in an uproar. The Moon Goddess tilted her mouth to speak. "This is the mating ball and your son has gotten a mate and she is standing next to me!" He gave us a very intimidating look. "This is so damn ridiculous! How come, my son, is fated with a cursed Omega? She has a blood of a witch running through her veins. The last witch alive! They are our mortal enemy!"

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

I claimed, huffing out my anger. “Well, I think you have to work harder. Professor Sebastian is a tough one to crack and make a good place for him. Good luck, Miss Clara. We will see you soon,” Prince Caspian said as he walked away towards the black carriage. “Do not think this is over, you little brat,” Richard muttered under his breath. “Why? What in the world are you planning to do?” I taunted him with a smirk but stopped when I felt him walk towards me without Prince Caspian to stop him. I got a bit scared as he held my wrist tightly.

****************** "A Luna has been reincarnated in two separate bodies, and her fate has been divided as a result of the curse that she carries. One will usher in an era of tranquility for the human race, while the second will usher in an era of calamity for her kind!" The prophecy was delivered to everyone who was there in the holy temple on the mountain by an elderly man who had a long white beard and seemed to be in his late sixties, or early seventies… **Blackout**

The second man spoke. "What are you gonna do? No matter what you do, you won't be able to break my spirit, I'll always fight back." I challenged them. "The one thing that makes werewolves a worthy opponent is the fact that they're so confident in their wolf spirits. Your wolf basically gives you your power and without it, you would be nothing. That's exactly why we'll enjoy taking away your wolf." The cloaked man finally spoke again. The words dropped on my ears like bombshells. I was left dumbstruck for a few minutes but I quickly recovered and scowled at them. They had to be joking, they're just trying to scare me.