Cursed Spirits Jujutsu Kaisen Novels & Stories

The voice said as it's speeches echoed everywhere. "Then I guess you can tell us more about this temple if am not mistaken about what you said you once was,Do spirits still exist in this temple even though it's been thousand of years since the curse plague was unleashed?" Brock asked,trying to know more before they proceed. "Yes,there are spirits,thousands of blood thirsty and freedom hungry spirits,They will kill any living soul they encounter,except the human that was said to be able to break the curse and free them here" The voice took a pause for a while then continued.

One spirit pinned my shoulder, its weight crushing, while another slashed my chest, fabric ripping as skin split open. Blood soaked my shirt, warm and sticky, and the curse amplified every wound, turning pain into fire that consumed my thoughts. Visions looped in my mind—Isabella's kiss with Caleb, her swollen belly, my lonely death. Doubt rooted deeper, sapping my strength, making my strikes slower and weaker. "Get out of my head," I gasped, rolling to avoid a descending claw and kicking upward to disperse a spirit into fog. But they reformed instantly, pressing in tighter, their whispers turning to shouts. "She belongs to another. You’ll die forgotten."

“I won’t be with her. Fate can bind us together, but it can’t force me to relive the same mistakes. She died because she loved me. Eliza died because I was her father. I won’t do it. I won’t let Imara love me.” Jasper stood and looked at Ben. “It won’t matter, Ben. This curse is called a Deja Vous curse. Every event in your life will play out again over and over again whether you want it or not, whether you cooperate or not. You can say you won’t let Imara love you, but that ship has already sailed. The wheels have already been set in motion; you can’t stop it now.” Ben looked out the window and put his hands on the apron as he pressed his forehead against the glass. “Yes, I can. Imara and I

Flipping to the first page she skimmed the text. 'Vampiric entities exist in cultures across the world. Hysteria follows the legends of these phantoms, causing mass burnings and hangings of suspected vampires. Every culture has its own lore regarding vampires. These malevolent spirits would contaminate the living by biting them and drinking their life force to sustain their own.' This gave Layla pause as she remembered Atreus' elongated canines. She chewed her lip softly as she read on.

With that, Alex slowly lowered the hand symbol. A terrified expression appeared on Colton’s face. He wasn’t satisfied with this outcome. He was only one step away from the Immortalization stage, and now, he was actually going to be killed by an ant. “Blood Curse. I know about the Blood Curse. There’s a Blood Witch in the Japan division. She knows all spells related to curses. I can take you to her,” Colton said. The Ksitigarbha’s hand symbol Alex summoned halted in the air.

“Stories that they have been given… special powers.” The wind screamed through the open balcony. “If you cannot control the situation,” Senika said softly, “find a way to destroy them.” Entirely. The cloaked figure swallowed. There was only one question left. He lifted his head just enough to speak. “…Which pack, my lord? The remaining Crescents?” For the first time since he had entered the hall— Senika turned. Those dead red eyes locked onto him. And smiled. “Both of them.” The words fell like a death sentence.

"How did you find out?" "Isn't researching things on the internet enough?" "What website did you find information on Sapphira Lestari on?" "I don't know, does it matter?" "Of course it matters." "How?" "You can't find out about her by searching the internet. Or do you know someone from the police?" "What do you mean?" "Sapphire is a ghost. There's no way to know about her," I make a frown. "Huh? What's this about?" She stays silent.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

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."

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.