Cursed Trees Novels & Stories

Instead of being destroyed, the big tree wilted at a speed so rapid that it turned into a dead plant in a split second. “If I could take its life, then I must also be able to regenerate it,” James mumbled within his heart. However, he knew too little about the Reincarnation Art, lest the Curse Inscription. Although he desired to revitalize this wilted tree, the act was simply beyond his capacity. However, he felt that everything would be possible as long as he cultivated the Curse Magic to its maximum potential. The curse encompassed all. Everything was possible as soon as it was cultivated completely.

“You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...” After for seemed like an eternity of slumber and voidness, my eyes slowly opened from the relatively loud voices of different people chatting and the relentless chattering of animals in the woods. I was quite appalled and uncertain when my eyes finally opened and adjusted to the dark surrounding as my vision became vividly clear like I was seeing something in an entirely different perception. The cottage had no lights of some sort, but I could perfectly see well through the darkness of the night. I was in Amara's hidden cottage down in the woods. Why am I here? I asked mys

A few minutes after entering the Forrest, his presence felt calmer and more human than when he had first stepped into it. After walking for a short time, the boy heard something. It was a muffled sound; he didn’t know what it was though. He followed the sound, and after a little more walking it turned into small whimpers. The boy followed the sound a little longer to find a large brown pit in the ground. The area around the pit was in a small clearing. The trees that outlined this clearing were in the shape of a big oval that spread around the open pit. Some of the trees seemed to be fading a little bit in life. There were about ten feet of clearing between where the trees ended, and

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

The Cursed Forest. The Priest lost his consciousness after Merlin casted his spell that teleported Luci in the cursed forest. As Luci regained his consciousness, he noticed that he wasn't in the Kingdom anymore. He was surrounded by endless, gigantic, towering trees. Among these gigantic, towering trees lies a beautiful middle-sized tree. Its leaves were brightly yellowish green that is filled with circled shape golden fruits surrounded by the beautiful, glimmering fireflies.

The forest drank the light. June pushed through veils of thorn and creeper, her booted feet sinking into the soft, rotting loam. The air was thick and cold, carrying the scent of wet earth and something else, something ancient and metallic. The stories called this place the Cursed Wood, a place where hunters did not return. June clutched the haft of her throwing axe, her knuckles white. She was not here for game. She was here for the beast, the shadow that was said to tear livestock and men apart with equal indifference.

Without hesitation, King Edward and I knew that our next mission had already presented itself. Gathering our most trusted allies once more, we embarked on a journey to the borderlands, where whispers of a long-forgotten curse had begun to resurface. The air grew heavy with an unnatural chill as we delved deeper into the heart of the cursed forest, each step forward feeling like a step back in time. The trees around us seemed to groan with ancient sorrow, their twisted branches reaching out like skeletal fingers grasping at our resolve. Shadows danced in the corners of our vision, taunting us with half-glimpsed horrors that dared not show themselves in full.

The night bled thick through the forest, every branch and shadow alive with whispers. Valerius strode at the front, his black coat snapping in the wind, his eyes glowing faintly with hunger and fury. The cursed trees leaned close as if to choke their path, roots snaking across the ground to trip them, thorned branches reaching out like claws.

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."