Jjk Cursed Spirits Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

Only Garfield reacted, "Yeah, yeah. Hey player, what is going on?" "Haha…." K Whatever let out an awkward laugh and stood in front of the gigantic spirit and swept an imaginary dust out of the evil spirit, "You see, I am cursed." K Whatever scratched her head a little bit and let out an embarrassed laugh, "I am unlucky every June 24. Hehe~" Garfield’s eyes widened in surprise and he screamed, "Don’t hehe’ me! Why are you broadcasting it now?" K Whatever ignored him and embraced the evil spirit like a huge teddy bear, which stunned everyone but also made the latter petrified. "You know what? Everyone has a reason why they are doing some stuff."

“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.

I think for a moment "Red smoke, does this have something to do with Mr black?" "Who the hell is Mr black," my mum asked The fortune-teller takes in deep breathes, she closes her eyes, she points at me "Precious, look around really carefully what do you see?" My eyes start scanning the room "I see, I see spirits, sad ones with chains on their hands" "Do you know why they're like that, and why they're here" "No, I don't " "It's because they've all been sucked up, they don't have enough energy left cross over, they're nothing but hungry lost souls, they've come here to hide"

“Wait! Did you say that Alaric was just sitting in the room? Something is not right… Once his mate died, he should have taken his wolf form and returned to the pack. His painful howls would have conveyed the message that his mate was no more…” Elliot snorted and said incredulously, “Whose judgment is clouded now? Are you saying that he isn’t suffering enough…” Aunt Sue smacked Elliot's head and said, “No, silly. I am saying that maybe… just maybe... Sienna hasn’t died after all…” Aunt Sue busied herself making preparations for a locator spell. When she couldn’t locate her or her energy field, she performed the ‘Commune’ spell which was used to call on the spirits of the dead. She couldn’t ev