Cursed Spirits Novels & Stories

I answered. Elaine’s horror visibly increased. “Cassidy. Incubi and Succubi are incapable of shifting into a physical body. He might not be an incubus at all. Many other entities could pretend to be it.” “What! Like who?!” I exclaimed. “Djinn, Malignant spirits and demons.” Elaine wanted to give me a heart attack with her responses. “No, don’t say that. I have enough trouble at home with voodoo and all.” “I am not making this up to scare you,” Elaine began. “This is a serious problem. Only one person can help us solve this and confirm what Desmond is.”

because it is not supposed to be a shock to him that someone can talk, but no, that's not what he meant by thinking that. He meant that all the red corps are not humans, they are entirely another creature. So they all have actually believed that the red corps are not a living human but actually something else, and the red corps have not been talking since all this while which they have been fighting with them. But how come this one speak? Kambiri is beginning to sense that there are still some mere humans that are into red corps but he would use this one to know if what his sense is telling was truth or false.

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

“Wait! Did you say that Alaric was just sitting in the room? Something is not right… Once his mate died, he should have taken his wolf form and returned to the pack. His painful howls would have conveyed the message that his mate was no more…” Elliot snorted and said incredulously, “Whose judgment is clouded now? Are you saying that he isn’t suffering enough…” Aunt Sue smacked Elliot's head and said, “No, silly. I am saying that maybe… just maybe... Sienna hasn’t died after all…” Aunt Sue busied herself making preparations for a locator spell. When she couldn’t locate her or her energy field, she performed the ‘Commune’ spell which was used to call on the spirits of the dead. She couldn’t ev

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.

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.

The darkness within seemed impenetrable, but I drew upon the power of the elements coursing through me, illuminating the way forward. Inside, we discovered a scene of devastation. The once vibrant and thriving sanctuary had been corrupted, its sacred energies tainted by an insidious force. The source of the curse revealed itself—a malevolent spirit, ancient and powerful, that thrived on chaos and sought to bring about the destruction of the natural world. We confronted the spirit, engaging in a battle of wills and strength. The elements surged forth, lending us their power as we fought to break the curse and restore balance to the valley.

And he asked, "Why would the Baron do such a thing? Didn't he know how dangerous they were?" "I don't think he gave the order." Anna mildly shook her head. "I don't think he was aware. These men acted on mere instinct in their search for fresh human flesh, but these beings stopped them. I know what they are. I know they are worse than spirits. Voices that can be felt. Active voices, known to be a curse. My family made them. My family deceived them. I doubt they would ever give us their trust."

Iris remembered Tommy fondly, with his fat squashed face and scraggly fur, but it always ached a bit to recall when she had sent him away, when she had lit the lavender candles that bade him leave her world. Mother Hall taught Iris that the dead should never linger too long in life. Some spirits, like Rina, meant no mischief. It was habit more than anything else that caused them to flit between the land of the living and wherever the dead claimed as home. The occasional exposure to their old world even seemed to purify them, lighten them, until they didn't feel the need to return anymore. But other spirits, fueled by malice, were corrupted by the touch of their old home. The longer they stay

“No, I do not. You just behave yourself, Mr. Logan.” As Imara rested her head on her arm along the seatback in front of her, Ben watched her while she laughed and marveled at the technology. His smile fell as he suddenly realized that someone like Imara, so sweet and pure of heart, just wasn’t meant for this world. That the truth was that the worst curse of all was that they were born into the wrong world and forced to continue in it long after their times were through. They just didn’t belong there anymore, but no matter what they did they had to keep returning anyway. They were living ghosts haunting the world with no way of crossing over.