Danganronpa Cursed Novels & Stories

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

“It almost makes me want to spare you.” Danial’s eyes narrowed, locking onto the Curse King. His voice, hoarse from the pain, barely managed to escape his lips. “Spare me? Don’t flatter yourself,” he spat, blood dribbling from his mouth. “You think you’re unstoppable… but I’m not finished yet.” The Curse King’s grin faded, replaced by a cold, calculating look. “Alright, boy,” he said, stepping forward, his presence filling the air with dread. “Let me show you why they call me the Curse King.”

That was the problem with The Cursed; they died before we could do any proper research on it and their bodies turned to ashes, leaving us grappling at nothing. There was one thing we knew about the cursed: they were betas that were demon-possessed. All of them had a pentagram, a sign of demon possession, on the bottom left side of their necks. It explained why betas suddenly had power and strength that could par with an average alpha. “Did you find out anything about it? Where did it come from? Who it was?” “Yes, we managed to get that. Just like the others, it was a beta, Joe Blake from Jannah.”

Daniel said, his voice steady despite the pain, “but this isn’t over.” He reached for the nexus, channeling his energy into the ancient artifact. The ground shook violently as the rogue leader’s connection to the ritual began to waver. But just as hope surged, the curse within Daniel lashed out again, stronger this time. He staggered, clutching his chest as shadows clawed at him from within. The rogue leader laughed, his voice dripping with malice. “You can’t fight what you are, Daniel. The curse will consume you, just as it consumed your bloodline.”

Immediately afterward, a red Curse Inscription appeared on the foreheads of members that had passed the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. Mattaniah shouted furiously, “You monster! Did you curse all of them?!!” Quartney smiled menacingly and said, “That’s not an ordinary curse. It’s called the Sorrowful Spirit's Curse. I acquired it from a fragmented scroll left behind by Franciscus. I combined it with Deadgory Bugs and cursed every member above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. “Once I die, everyone cursed will also perish, regardless of their strength.”

He wanted so badly to make her happy in his company so she wouldn’t leave, but it didn’t look like luck was on his side in that regard. “Indeed I do not,” Kendra confessed with a sheepish grin, “That doesn’t mean that I do not think it is adorable though,” The General only nodded his understanding and took the basket from her hands, reaching out to let the bunny go. It stood still for some time watching the both of them and then it started to hop away, until Kendra just heard a loud bang and then the animal stopped moving. She turned to look at the leader of the Curers in silent surprise only to find him still wielding the murder weapon, a small black pistol that still had smoke coming out o

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.

she said removing her eyes from my shoulder and making eye contact with me. The kuzaki spell is something like an illusion, an old Chinese friend of my dad had thought us the trick, it is something like a mind game. All you need to do is to prick your wrist and raised it up to your eyes with the person who you want it to affect in mind. Remember... The spell drains your blood as long as you on it. master Wong had warned both of us as he performed the spell. "It was you? You stabbed me in the chest, you staked me?" I asked seriously.

Just silence and day and night. I let out a frustrated sigh, dragging my gaze back to the ancient, leather-bound book sprawled open on the table. The BLOOD CURSE. The pages were yellowed, the ink faded in some places, but it was the only thing that made sense right now. Everything in this damned place was chaos, but the curse? The curse was real. And it was the first time I’d come across something that actually related to what had been happening to me. To why I was still here. The more I read, the more I am made to believe I killed Kael.