Cursed Spirits Novels & Stories

They hadn’t expected that the lurking force was actually an evil spirit. The term "evil spirit" sounded deeply malevolent, and for good reason. Evil spirits were dark, corrupt entities that absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Their primary sustenance came from feeding on the power of beasts and humans, disrupting the natural balance. These spirits were often the lingering remnants of beings—whether beasts, humans, or others—who had died but failed to fully disappear. They had instead turned into malevolent beings. Tyron and the Violet Rain Bird's expressions darkened. The former looked at Adrian, feeling helpless. “This lurking creature seems to be at the Divine Stage, on par

Immediately afterward, a red Curse Inscription appeared on the foreheads of members that had passed the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. Mattaniah shouted furiously, “You monster! Did you curse all of them?!!” Quartney smiled menacingly and said, “That’s not an ordinary curse. It’s called the Sorrowful Spirit's Curse. I acquired it from a fragmented scroll left behind by Franciscus. I combined it with Deadgory Bugs and cursed every member above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. “Once I die, everyone cursed will also perish, regardless of their strength.”

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."

He asked, pointing at a ghostly image on the book page. "Yes. They can't be eliminated, two guards are already dead and their faces were blue.. icy blue. Samuel is attempting to hold them off but I doubt he can," "They are cathas, spirits of the forgotten. They were offended. Someone must have done something to wake them, cathas don't appear unless their resting place was disturbed by someone, and the person is usually from the place they appeared. " Said, Robert. "You mean witchcraft? Has someone used witchcraft to unlock dead spirits? There's a traitor under our noses."

“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

Everyone felt a bone-chilling sensation from the depths of their bodies! "This artifact is called the Cursed Spirit Gourd. It can control hundreds of spirits and emit evil energy! It's not unjust for you to die in the hands of this treasure!"

The faces of the seven immortal spirits appeared within the swirling light, each radiating a different energy. --- The Immortal Spirits The first spirit, adorned in robes of golden light, spoke with a voice like a thousand bells. “Why have you summoned us, mortal?” Evelyn bowed her head. “My granddaughter and her friends are trapped in the underworld, ensnared by the cursed game. Their lives hang by a thread. I beg of you, grant them your protection and strength to overcome the trials they face.” The second spirit, cloaked in emerald vines, narrowed its glowing eyes. “They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?”

"You love to be feared, Vergil? You shall be feared by all. You think you need no one? You shall have no one." She stepped closer, her silver boots stopping inches from my trembling hands. "From this night forward, you are cursed," she decreed. "You will not age. You will not die. You will watch your empire crumble into dust, and the centuries will wash your name away until you are nothing but a ghost story. You will possess absolute power, but it will bring you no joy. You shall have beautiful women lusting for you but unable to touch you. you will have sire no heirs because you will never be able to touch a women ever again."

He hesitates to answer. “Cursed.” He mumbles, I heard him, but I wanted to make sure it was really clear, “What?” “There’s a group referred to as The Enchanted. They are unnatural creatures that don’t really fit in anywhere. The subgroup for me is Cursed.” He seems upset by it, maybe that’s why he tries so hard to help people. If I was known as a Cursed person I’d want to do whatever I could to prove people wrong. I feel like I understand Corvu a little better.

Kael Black, the future king of the dragons, hates me, Sage Varkas, princess of the Werewolves. At least that's what I used to think until I started to notice how he only ever irritated me, but never hurt me. He was always there when I was in trouble. I started to understand why he never allowed other guys to approach me. Slowly, our fights felt like foreplay. His touch started to make my skin hot. But his hot and cold attitude started to make me confused until I found out why. Turned out he is my Mate. A mate who had been keeping me in the dark for ages. A mate who stood there while I was holding myself responsible for something that is not entirely mine to bear. When the lies and deception