Jjk Cursed Spirits Novels & Stories

( Evil spirit) Good work my child. Little did the gang know that their best JJ is being controlled. They have no idea that their life is in serious danger. They are so screwed right now because no one knows that the evil spirit who pretend to be JJ's mom is seeking about their life. So the evil spirit plan is in motion right now. Poor Sora didn't know her life is in serious danger right now. Twenty minutes later Sora showed up in JJ house. She pressed the doorbell, and then he opened the door to her and she walked in. She hugged JJ I missed you so

Something is eerie in the air, my sixth sense can feel it. “We are indeed mates. Why are you doubting?” Jay tightens his grip on my palm. “Because…Someone told me you're cursed.” His sinister gaze turns to Jay, dreadful. The whispers crowd the party. “That's not true. My son is not cursed.” Jonathan barges into the conversation. Lozark didn't even bother to pass him a glance. His cruel gaze remains fixed on Jay. “Open your shirt and reveal it.” Lozark commands.

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Jace. I swear I didn't have any untoward plans—” “It's fine. Just don't do it again. You can't be thinking on my behalf. Things don't work that way. But I appreciate your…concern.” I waved him away. “You may leave now, if that's all you have to tell me.” He cleared his throat. “I actually came for a different reason.” He pointed to the necklace resting against the base of his throat. “When are we to start controlling this cursed spirit?” “The cursed spirit is a living entity with thoughts and emotions no different than a human. You can't directly control her thoughts, but because she would be willing to do anything to get that necklace back, that's why she does

The evil wind that could slice through things so easily became even more aggressive as the flames grew brighter. "Sebastian, I bet you never dreamed that I would be able to kill you from a thousand miles away!" Jarvis laughed as a fierce light shone in his eyes. He grinned viciously as he stared at the basin of fire. According to the Spiritkiller formation recorded in ancient scripts, as long as the basin of fire was filled with blood, all living spirits within the formation would turn into blood and water! As for Rupert, his life was of no concern to Jarvis whatsoever. He was a mere wealthy man from the secular world. His survival meant nothing to Jarvis.

After a while, under the gaze of Caspian and Jessica, it knelt down, kowtowed desperately to Caspian, raised a hand, pointed at itself, pointed at Caspian, and then pointed to the mountain behind it. "It seems to have something to say," Jessica observed and said. "Then I don't understand." Caspian shook his head. The spirit souls were all formed by Rancorous Qi, and none of them were good things. Especially this guy, who dared to attack Jessica just now. Caspian sneered and suddenly exerted his strength. Woo! The power of the Hell Monsoon suddenly increased. The body of the spirit soul continued to stretch, and cracks actually appeared on the surface of its body. It was on the verge of colla

The voice said as it's speeches echoed everywhere. "Then I guess you can tell us more about this temple if am not mistaken about what you said you once was,Do spirits still exist in this temple even though it's been thousand of years since the curse plague was unleashed?" Brock asked,trying to know more before they proceed. "Yes,there are spirits,thousands of blood thirsty and freedom hungry spirits,They will kill any living soul they encounter,except the human that was said to be able to break the curse and free them here" The voice took a pause for a while then continued.

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.

“Wait… what did you just say?” His gaze swept over us, sharp, piercing. “Centuries ago, it was foretold: our land would be cursed by the Wicked, and two boys would arrive from a distant realm. One would break the curse, the other would fight to preserve it. Mortal enemies, bound to the fate of this world.” Carter and I exchanged a glance—best friends, inseparable. Then back at the hooded figure. “That’s impossible, sir,” I said. “We’ve known each other forever. Nothing could turn us against one another. We’re not part of your prophecy.”

It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now. "What's in there?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to. "Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war." "About the curse?" His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?" I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.

She died on the spot. In this life, Sally decided to switch paths early and made preparations ahead of time. So she wasn't as vicious toward me as she had been before. Even then, she still failed. Because she never expected me to uncover the truth. Sally refused to accept it. "So what if you figured it out? No one can break the curse. The only person who knew how is dead. Kyla, you're still going to die by my hand in this life." I didn't say a word. I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm.