Joestar Curse Novels & Stories

Though I was in an advantageous position, I approached Joey cautiously. Before going to Black Furies, Orathe had warned me, "Remember, be careful of the Black Furies royal members' curse at the last moment of the battle. The Heimann's bloodline has a special Gift; they can choose to exchange their soul for a curse. Instead of returning to Moon Goodness after death, they turn into black flames that chase after the person they hated the most during their lifetime. That flame can't be extinguished by water unless the enemy is burned to ashes. It is one of the most terrifying curses, so you must be cautious. Alisha, I am giving you the Moon Stone of our pack; it can stop the curse. So, during th

“The battlefield is soon filled with blood shed, then that was when Ben's Dad created a portal with all the strength he had left and we were sent forth to it, but before we leave, Anetta and her co's were having upper hand in the fight, it's like they keep getting stronger, Adell infused all his strength in an heart shaped Orb, with a curse to seal it off, then tossed it to your Dad, who was Adell Son, with a warning to keep it and never let it out of his sight, before the portal closed and we arrive at this dimension.“ “What was the Curse?“ Cassie asked. “The curse was placed on Anetta, it says as long as the Light bearer is alive, she will never see the sight of the throne nor rule the kin

“I won’t be with her. Fate can bind us together, but it can’t force me to relive the same mistakes. She died because she loved me. Eliza died because I was her father. I won’t do it. I won’t let Imara love me.” Jasper stood and looked at Ben. “It won’t matter, Ben. This curse is called a Deja Vous curse. Every event in your life will play out again over and over again whether you want it or not, whether you cooperate or not. You can say you won’t let Imara love you, but that ship has already sailed. The wheels have already been set in motion; you can’t stop it now.” Ben looked out the window and put his hands on the apron as he pressed his forehead against the glass. “Yes, I can. Imara and I

In the scent that lingered like a mark on my skin. When I sat, I noticed Mistress Kyenna hadn’t taken her eyes off me. She looked… wary. Which was new. She’d known me since I was a pup. But this? This was something else. “I want her file on my desk tonight,” I said quietly. She didn’t ask who. She nodded. I looked back once. The girl had found a corner seat near the back. She was staring down at her hands like she’d rather be anywhere else. Good. Because I didn’t want her here either..And yet… I couldn’t stop thinking about how her scent made me feel two things at a time. It made me fall and fire at the same time. “The moon Goddess really did curse me,”

Chaos buzzed through the room when Marco cut in, cool and steady. "There's one way to survive." Heads whipped his way. Alfonso nearly jumped out of his skin. "What is it? Say it!" Marco kept it slow. "The curse started when our ancestor messed with that princess. If Dario spends a night on his knees at her remains, repenting, the symptoms will ease up. "He won't get his function back, but he'll live—long enough for you to hunt down another girl with the gene."

He resembled a dangerous yet aristocratic vampire seated on his throne. After finishing cleaning his fingers, Yosef tossed the towel into a basin and casually leaned back against the sofa. His amber eyes met Carl's gaze as he approached. Carl's gaze briefly averted before he continued forward. Observing the body on the floor, he recognized the deceased. He spoke softly, "Family head, what happened to Joestar?" "He's dead, can't you see?" Yosef's tone was unfriendly. Carl naturally sensed the tension but didn't show panic.

"Please, Laia, I am begging you. I can tell him to leave me and choose you instead. I just want my mother back. My father has not visited me here yet, I am so worried. The pack is in danger now, the neighboring pack is planning to attack us and our army was not well because of the curse. You love Kylo, right? Will you be happy if he loses his pack? Will you be happy seeing him grieving for his dead pack members? "I am not like you who can not jump off the cliff for him even if he was doing everything for you." She rebutted, which hit me more than it seemed. "Then undo the curse, I promise to give him to you. Please undo the curse." She stared at me and softly smiled. "I cannot undo the curse

his voice suddenly became low in a whisper as he spoke about the curse, he probably did not want anyone hearing it. "I know this is your last year before the curse takes effect, are you already feeling it's symptoms!? Is that what all this is about!?" I mean he might be right about the curse, yesternight I felt a severe pain wash over my body that was until Beatrice came over and it suddenly died down but right now was not about that, right now was just about Beatrice and not the curse "No Candace it's not about the curse" I subconsciously whispered too.

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.

Queen Mila stared anxiously at him, she was ready to do anything to save her son from the curse that had been placed on him, even before his existence. Her son, Jamal the prince of Zedora had been cursed by Naja, a winter witch to an heart of ice and stone, years before he was born, after finding out that King Carne, Jamal's grandfather was responsible for the death of five maidens from the winter clan, two of which were her apprentice. She had then placed a curse on his third generation which happened to be Jamal. At first, it was called off as a bluff. Not until Jamal was born and he didn't cry like every other new born child neither he laugh. His face was still with no emotions present.