Cursed Trees Novels & Stories

“I’m sure she’s something else aside from a human, so lockwood ashes would work on her.” A lockwood tree is a cursed tree. Anything made from that tree is a weakness to any creature except the humans. It was said that thousand of years ago, a very powerful witch who’s lover was murdered by the vampires made a ritual to cursed that tree so it will be used by humans to kill any supernatural creature. Hunters used that tree as weapon against werewolves. The cells in the dungeon were made from the ashes of a lockwood tree, making any supernatural creature powerless against it.

What had Clara unintentionally unleashed when she planted the stone? Ashani turned away from the chasm, her gaze sweeping over the rest of the forest. It was dark, colder now, as though the sun had been stolen away, leaving nothing but a sickly twilight. The trees loomed, towering overhead, their twisted branches casting long, jagged shadows across the ground. There was a feeling in the air—a hum, a vibration that tingled against her skin. The curse was alive, and it was spreading. It was in the land, the earth, the roots of the trees themselves.

Once cursed. The strange thoughts that once sank into one's new realities with graceful ease would never leave a trace or a clue they had taken hold of or how to get out of the cursed forest. The trees in the forest were deadly-breathing brown. Grains of poison begrimed the bark and gleamed like witch dust. Trolls haunted the sooty coppices, salivating over their prey and smearing the blood over their heavy faces.

It was still so incredible that I had encountered death so closely, and escaped from its clutches throughout the night more times than I could count. A day and a half had passed already. The trees of the forest looked a lot younger and more alive since I last saw them, as though the curse on them had been lifted with the downfall of Malena. Every decayed leaf, every twig, and every fragment of nature began transfiguring and flourished thoroughly.

“Wow! No wonder it was named Devil’s Forest.” "Yes, and one's insanity is one's nemesis, it would become one's curse; it was the thing one would fear above all else. Once cursed. The strange thoughts that once sunk into one's new realities with graceful ease would never leave a trace or a clue they had taken hold or to get out of the cursed forest. The trees in the forest were deadly, breathing brown. Grains of poison begrimed the bark and gleamed like witch dust. Trolls haunted the sooty coppices, salivating over their prey and smearing the blood over their heavy faces. The decaying air and stifling atmosphere provided the perfect abode for those who worshipped the darkness rather than the

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

The world outside looked like a cottage core dream. Selena turned around and grimaced. The shrine—her cursed assignment—was still gloomier than a tax office, with thunderclouds coiling ominously above it like it had committed several felonies. And the worst part? The storm was exclusive. It hovered only above the shrine, like nature itself had obvious favoritism.

But she did not know what kind of trees it was. It's so beautiful here, and it's quiet. Unlike in Manila, she could hear the noise of a car horn. Hhhmmmm..... Alyssa smelled the fragrant scent of flowers carried by the wind. She closed her eyes to better enjoy the comfort that nature gives. Gregorio removed the plywood that covered the hole made by Mang Nestor, where he burned the dried leaves. Gregorio threw the painting he was holding and reached for a gallon of gas, poured it into the painting.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

It was as if they had stepped into a different world altogether, one where time moved at a different pace. As they delved deeper into the tree, they began to encounter strange, luminescent plants that lined the walls. Asher explained that these plants were unique to the Heartwood Tree and were rumored to possess magical properties. Elira couldn't resist reaching out to touch one of the glowing leaves, and she was surprised when it emitted a soft, melodic chime in response.