Cursed Springtrap Novels & Stories

"And…I got something off him. During the fight.” She held up her phone. Liora crossed the room and took it. A photograph. Blurred at the edges, bad lighting — taken fast, maybe mid-struggle — but clear enough. The inside of a wrist. A tattoo. Intricate. A wolf's head in profile, geometric, something woven behind it that looked like a crescent or a gate or both at once. Lettering beneath that she couldn't quite read. Something about it pulled at her. Like a word she almost knew.

As they both turned back to their human form , completely exhausted ,marked by each other scents ,entangled forever. The purpose of night was finally fulfilled, they were marked. The child was safe .But the curse was the curse cured or there something more.. More to the destiny of theirs

I am Luna, a cursed Lycan. The sins of my grandfather brought this curse upon me. According to the witches, nothing can break this curse. The witch who placed the curse is dead and now we make sacrifices every full moon to her to beg her. This sacrifice started when I was fourteen and now I'm nineteen. I guess six years isn't enough for her broken heart. If you asked me I'd say she was being cruel. I mean six years of living in hell aren't enough for her to let me go and let me be?.

The duo looked up at the menacing arrows that were about to set off quite the explosion and they immediately parted in an attempt to throw them off but it was too late for Genad as Feral had made sure to activate the item’s second option before their release. ‘Accursing’. BOOM!! A cursed function of the arrow marked a person so that no matter how much they ran or shifted they would always have the arrows right behind their backs. The energy of its simultaneous collision was triggered, setting off an enormous explosion like no other. There was no fire, no sparks, or flashy scenery only the huge quiver of the forest due to the enormous force exerted by the wind which tore through the surroundi

They had poor fighting skills, and half of them could not even catch a deer even if their lives depended on it, so it was understandable that she would not believe that they caught a cursed one, especially an A-grade (their term for a really strong or highly skilled cursed one, who probably belonged to wealthy families since only those from wealthy families can receive proper physical training). The leader, who was probably having similar thoughts like Shia, had his mouth caught open. He stammered a bit. “Wh-where is it?” “There! It was caught in the foothold trap!” Everybody got up to run and see the sight, including Shia who even outran her captors and got to the site a second ahead of the

he snarled, squeezing the stress ball harder as if he was strangling someone. "Don't mistake my silence as ignorance, it's the beginning of my revenge. Revenge should be ferocious, cruel, agonizing and when your enemy assumes they have the liberty, strike that instant" he muttered, his icy blue orbs turned dark, the light coming from the window casting a shadow on his face making him appear like a cruel devil set out to destroy his enemy.

“My father wasn’t selfish. You might think that he was after his contribution to your father’s death and the collapse of your pack or because he asked me to kill him… It is so he wouldn’t send the kingdom down a path we cannot return from… Without our mates, we become feral… violent, tyrannical. We lust after blood... "When my mother died, when he lost his mate, the curse restarted, he started to lose his senses, and he would lose time, like how I have before and awoken to a room full of bodies… Only a few elders know the details of this curse, sworn to secrecy, whereas the others are aware of an unbinding deal set in place, one where they wield more authority than the Alpha King… that is un

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

"So you think it's me too." "I think we need answers," Tarlon said. "What kind of answers?" Dante asked weakly from the floor. "She's cursed. We all know it now." "We need to test it," Soren said suddenly. "Test what?" "Whether her touch actually kills." Soren's eyes were calculating. "You want to test whether I kill people by touching them?" I backed away from him. "I want to know what we're dealing with," Soren said. "If you're truly cursed, we need to understand the mechanics."