Korean Curse Novels & Stories

(It's a joke). "I curse you to love me to death, Bang!" cried Lisa. But Alif was indifferent and walked back to his house. "Bang! Sarangae!" (Korean Language, means: I love you). Mbok Cenul was embarrassed and dropped the washcloth on Lisa's face.

I nod, sit, and then head to the bathroom. The Moon Goddess wants me to trust them and myself, but my gift is a curse and I know they’ll all be terrified of me if I ever have to use it. The Kiss of Death is a curse- It literally takes the breath away of whomever I use it on.

Tens of thousands years ago, one discover something that shock the realities of the world... It lead the nation to a great change; affects throughout the world, the change brought a new beginning. The beginning of the curse... "This has to stop," a voice of a woman says, gentle rubbing the crystalize ball that twinkling about. She was place in the dark, only her voice reach the every corner of the room. "Tell me," a voice of man response, his voice gentle. Setting across the high-level throne that shone with bizzare gold, his lips parted as his eyes shone with strange light. "What it is you wish to conquer?"

Hayden gulped and turned his neck to see her approaching him. "What curse are you talking about? Are we in danger? The entire Pack?" Kimberly asked, walking closer to him. "Don't listen to me, Kim. There is no curse. I was just talking some nonsense to myself" Hayden replied. "You are lying to me, Hayden. There is a curse, what is it about?" She requested to know, sitting by his side on the grass. "I want to know what this curse is about. Is it the reason you have been so worried these days?"

"What the hell did I just see?" "You’ve really pissed someone off, luna." Rome responded, pursing his lips. "You’ve got a rather strong curse on you." "Curse?" I repeated, not sure if I believed what he said. "And what kind of curse is it?" "It is a Vindicta curse." Rome explained. "It seems that you’ve done something to highly offend the caster." "I mean, that is a possibility." I agreed. After all, my past was marred with lots of death and hate. "But if I do have such a curse on me, how do I get rid of it?"

“Only the curse can kill you. I wish it were not this way. I wish your death wouldn’t be painful and long, but it will.” The world sagged around me; her words were a dark promise of what lay ahead. The curse, a shadow lurking, always there, always creating this barrier between me and happiness. A familiar pain echoed through my soul, a pain I’d lived with for years, now more poignant, more unforgiving. “This curse cannot be stopped,” she continued, her voice a sad requiem. “It has to run its course, its own cruel way.” Her expression was full of regret, kindness entwined with sorrow.

In my hand, a crystal tumbler held the whiskey Kael had brought back from his trip to Novella—a sharp, smoky burn that did little to dull the agony clawing at my heart. I swirled the amber liquid, my eyes fixed on its depths, my mind a storm of rage and desperation. This wealth, this power, this throne—it was all mine, wrested from my brother Adrian’s lifeless hands, his blood still staining my memories. But the price was steep, heavier than I’d ever imagined. The curse that gripped me wasn’t just a whisper of pain; it was a beast, its claws tearing at my chest, its teeth sinking into my soul, a relentless torment tied to the Moonborn’s existence. Killing her was my only salvation, the only

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv