Cursed Spirits Novels & Stories

I can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

Keondra sat up. "No! We are in the outskirts." Hilda said to her. "Although most of the demons wanted your soul, they couldn't possibly have it because you have ‘the cursed venom’ which is very deadly to both spirit and being." Hilda explained with the roll of her eyes. “I can't believe they are still so superstitious!” "What is 'the cursed venom'?" Keondra frowned. "I don't know exactly what it is but it doesn't have a cure. But it's all a myth, I can't believe this is real.”

she chanted, her voice echoing with a power that didn't belong to this world. The talisman ignited with a brilliant flare, but the malevolent spirit was older and hungrier than she’d anticipated. It lashed out, a freezing tendril of soul-energy striking Caleb squarely in the chest. He roared, but it wasn't a cry of pain—it was a sound of pure, unadulterated fury. The curse on his soul flared in violent response to the external threat, and for a fleeting, terrifying second, the spectral image of a massive, silver-white wolf appeared behind him, baring fangs that could tear through dimensions. The spirit shrieked in terror and evaporated into a cloud of harmless mist.

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

And then the three of them walked to the Carlton mansion, and as soon as the three of them stood before the mansion, Aiyanna and Lucien stopped in their place and stared at the house. “Damn.” Lucien said, “this is surely cursed, there is so much dark energy here. This place can be the cursed spot.” Jayden spoke, “so maybe what Ethan said was indeed true, Flint indeed cursed this place.” Aiyanna said, “but just what kind of curse is it?” Lucien added, “And if that is true then you are surely in danger Jayden, they will come after you, since you are a diara vampire, and what I am thinking is correct then perhaps those spirits already know that you are here.”

Encountering a tricky spirit, Liora maintained her patience and asked, "I'm asking if there is any spirit who is hurting people out of resentment?" "There's a resentful female spirit," the male spirit disclosed, glancing nervously at the academic building. "She may seem approachable, but she is adept at harming people. She didn't drown but was suffocated to death. She torments people when she's in a bad mood." Realizing she was getting off track, Liora prepared to leave. However, the female spirit interjected, "I did see a male spirit who wasn't from here." Curious, Liora stopped and turned back to the female spirit.