Cursed Spirits Novels & Stories

What else did his curse comprise of that I didn't know? "I courted seven ladies in the past. Unfortunately, none of them lived long enough to walk to the isle with me. My curse somehow affected them and killed them all. I guess they were too fragile to handle such burden." His eyes glistened with tears but as quickly as they came, so also they dried up. I have never survived any of Veronica's maltreatment nor Vivian's, without falling unconscious. Just how long would I endure before his curse finally took my soul?

My image finally started blurring, but it’s not my family that’s reflecting back at me this time. It’s Creed, bloody and bruised. He screamed as the chains that held him rattled. The mirrors surrounding him played images of burning buildings and people running. I can hear their screams, their innocent. Just as fast as they came, the images vanished. They were replaced by a battle, but I don’t recognize anyone. The image of a black wolf is positioned above the battle in the mirror. An image of a vampire was on the mirror next to it. I can hear screams of pain and heartbreak as I watch the victims from both sides fall.

Soiling herself in the shadows. Someone’s daughter, someone’s little girl. But she was foul—one of the foul spirits corrupting this place. Haunting, infesting it, bringing such ruin and disdain upon it. So the old, bitter rage surged in him again, rising up, frothing over, and his transfiguration commenced. His flesh began changing its shape, mutating, function and form, adapting to the task at hand; glowing with a phosphorescent aura one minute, becoming midnight-black and crawling over his frame the next. Tendons and ligaments visibly stretched, cartilage tore. Bones were splintering.

"Your mate? But you aren't a wolf? I thought seers didn't get mates?" "I am not a wolf; I am a wolfless werewitch." "WHAT?" "I was sick as a child, and my wolf never manifested. My gifts were still growing without my wolf. So I became a seer." My head was spinning. How was there so much? I didn't know. "Who is Diaz?"

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

I ask no one and every spirit around, and the page flips backwards, and it stops at a certain page, and the subheading is written 'HUMANITY'. "If I come back in one piece, I'd give you more than my humanity" I promise, and the candle lights on its own. The page flips to the page of reliving ones memories and life history. Why am I making pact with the spirit? I am seeing things that are ikely to happen as a newborn or while mum was pregnant with me. And I am staying longer than usual, so many evil spirits roam and search for an available host, and I need a little backup...... more like a little protection. Do I trust the spirit? No, but it is worth a shot.

I ordered. "I'm Cain, and I'm already dead thousands of years ago. I was strolling through this world with my wife when we were cursed by a powerful spirit in the place where we should rest in peace. That is why we are searching for someone who can help us get rid of the curses of the powerful spirit. We need to go back to the place of spirits to rest because we are tired of strolling in this world." "A place of spirit?" I queried. "Is there really a place like that? A place where the spirits are resting?"

Then, that city was taken over by the cursed spirits of everyone who was sacrificed during the great drought, in addition to the dead who came back to life, to take everyone away, becoming the city of the cursed, gradually there would be no living soul left that could take, the great serpent, would simply carry away the descendants of those who were once his father's kin. His soul was trapped in one of the temples when the great dam broke in the midst of the rains, the greatest priests who were there tried to exorcise the creature without success, she was moved by hatred, the one she loved was taken from her, what was left was the hate, she hunted each one of

said Faithwinder from behind. Prince turned around - Faithwinder was stroking a weird-looking horse, and for the first time the veiled mask seemed to hide a barely perceptible smile. The vulture on Faith's shoulder was watching Cedric with disapproval. "With the destruction of the Library, the spirits have returned home. For the first time in ages." Cedric stood up, his eyes still spinning. He looked at Faithwinder, and at that moment the smile faded from the spirit's face.

Aurora argued. The man was thinking if he should tell her something that was the reason why he decided not to get Elinor yet. You see, although they came from the clan of witches, The Spirits never really identify themselves to what kind of creature they are. They were not witches, definitely not werewolves, and even more so, they were not vampires. Because they are far superior to any of the creatures mentioned. But it is true that the only thing that can match their strength was the power of a were-witch hybrid.