Cursed Spirits Novels & Stories

"I'm cursed" I clamped my hands over my mouth to prevent me from screaming. "What kind of curse?" I asked curiosity getting the best out of me. "I don't have human feelings, I can't be happy, I can't be sad, I can't fall in love, anything feelings, I don't have" What?! I almost cried for him as he spoke, how did he get cursed? Who did he offend? How does he cope? "Why are you telling me?" I asked.

Diego echoed softly, "what did we humans do to you that was so bad? Why do you hate us so much?" "Because humans are a virus to the world" said the Spirit, "an error that needs correction by extinction." There was a silence and the Spirits face was almost touching Diegos. Her red eyes never left her for a moment. Diego didnt move, they stared at eachother. "So you're not going to help me" Diego said. She turned her back at her to leave then she paused and said, "I'm sorry for what you went through. I didnt know."

Thoughts were sweet but their own false hope still residing turning down the sweetness earlier Everyone knew, the curse wasn't healed? Why no one knew? The words spread , luna being impure creating the remorse in the members . But who would dare to speak it loud .Moreover , the clossness of Richard and Eliss happened to be oil in fire . Richard, whose name was forbidden was roaming in the palace in bright light, laughing and enjoying as if the shadows of past never lingered in the hall of palace . Stunned the very soul in the palace who knew, who he was.

He prefers to be a strong and rebellious man in challenging action films. "This is not pure romance. In fact, the director chose you because you are considered very compatible with Peter's strong character," Ethan corrected. William sighed again, "no," he said then took a sip of his beverage. Not only a manager, Ethan is also William's cousin. The two of them grew up together since childhood. Ethan is the closest person to and knows all about William. Including the real identity of the 29 year old man, who is a werewolf. The existence of werewolves is like a joke to most of people in the world. But there are also those who believe, even obsessed with finding proof. But in fact, the creature

Caspian was suddenly enlightened as he watched the gradually climbing Devil Qi. "They are indeed dead, but the remaining Rancorous Spirits are also affected by the Devil Qi of the Abyss of Holy Devil and have become evil spirits. Otherwise, ordinary Rancorous Spirits would not have survived in such a place until now!" Caspian did not want to escape. It was because these evil spirits had locked onto him, and then he would chase after them. It was better to kill them now!

Vampires are really strong. I was jolted back to reality as Natasha's back collided with mine. "What do we do now, general?" It felt weird to be called that which led to me elbowing her in the ribs. "I am not the Beta my Kasi is!" I said. "But your Kasi have resigned and you will be the Beta once you get home," she said with a nervous chuckle. "Let's focus on survival first we have to escape from this soldier," the vampire soldiers were now closing in on us. "We have to fight our way out of this, "

His vision blurred — half man, half beast, half something else entirely. “You think you can stop this?” the spirit hissed. “The curse runs through both your veins now.” Cole roared, driving the spirit backward into the altar. Light exploded — gold meeting silver, curse meeting blood. The shockwave sent the remaining spirits scattering into the trees, their howls echoing like thunder. When the light faded, Cole fell to his knees. Steam rose from his skin. His claws dripped gold instead of blood. His breath came ragged, each inhale laced with pain.

It was almost nine in the evening. “A curse,” he muttered, shaking his head, walking to his small kitchen to grab a bottle of mineral water. “If the curse really existed, maybe he could help me with my data analysis assignment.” Siron chuckled to himself. Humor was his shield, always had been. Since childhood, he had been raised in fear of a Morat, a vengeful spirit betrayed by their royal ancestor, who swore to hunt every male descendant of their bloodline. But to Siron, it was all nonsense. He lived in the modern age, in GreenDolt, a city that, though steeped in legend, still functioned normally. There was no place for ghosts or shapeshifters in his life.

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

The Vigil of the Bound Spirits was one of the manor’s most ancient and rarely performed ceremonies, held only when the solstice reached its deepest hour. In the vast subterranean Spirit Vault beneath the heart-grove, guests stood in a wide circle around a glowing pool of liquid starlight. The walls came alive with ethereal figures — not just the original winter spirit who had forged the first pact, but her sister-spirits: the Whispering Veil (guardian of secrets), the Crimson Flame (embodiment of forbidden desire), and the Silver Chain (binder of broken promises). Their luminous forms danced across the stone, whispering ancient truths and mirroring the sins of those who watched.