Naruto Cursed Novels & Stories

His voice was going an octave high now. Pushing my hand into my hair with a frustrated look, I tried all I could to remain calm but it was to no avail. I was losing my mind, my sanity was at stake and it seems like I was crawling back into the hellhole I somehow managed to escape from. “Isn't there a cure for the curse?" I asked, studying his expression which had now become unreadable.. “I mean… curses can be broken… the cursed one just has to perform some sacrifice and then it is all over.” I ratted out like it was easy peasy like I had spelled out.

I used to hear that the curse was PGWolf in Minecraft, but I never knew they were just going to work ones too. "Murphy, it is going to be difficult to hold him down like that; you just need to, like, ease up and let all of those strengths go out of him. The Luna curse power cannot be contained in this body any longer, and since he's already awake, you would need to let it out," Jessica said to Murphy, who finally let the rebel go as he began to breathe heavily, kneeling down to the ground again.

Begging. Me. He hadn't left. I’d cried myself to sleep last night, certain that by morning he’d give up, and disappear into his cold, broody silence. But he hadn’t. He was still outside the door, probably seated on the floor, head against the wood like a man praying for forgiveness from someone already gone. I didn’t answer. I didn’t move. “You should know something,” he said after a long pause, voice thick with something that sounded like shame. “Muzan… he’s cursed too.”

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

The stench of stale urine hovered thickly in the air, but all I could focus on was her calm expression, her perfect hair, her steady breathing. “What do you mean?” The words slipped out of me in a whisper that felt too small, too broken. “Adrian is my mate. He would never—” Nina tilted her head, the corners of her lips lifting with a cruel ease I had never seen before. “Does it make sense,” she said slowly, as though speaking to a child, “that the future Alpha marries a cursed woman?” Heat rushed to my ears. The curse. My curse. It had appeared barely two hours ago—burning into my thigh like a punishment from the gods. I hadn’t even processed it. I still believed it would fade. That someone

Gunner thought. "Did you just say cursed?" Madam Dera asked, seems she just understood the meaning of the words spoken by the wizard "But how?" She asked. Gunner returned his head to his consultation, he raised his head "This curse is so strong, the spells were sealed with a strong sacrifice and it is not penetrable, "this is..." He paused as he looked around "unto death" Kaiden's eyes watered. 'What have I done wrong!' He lamented mentally, the news pierced his very soul.

Cavallo hisses. “If you want me to come and get me,” I tell him. The shadows start swirling around me, and I can hear them talking. This dumb ass has no idea what is about to happen. I drop my hands and turn them palm up. I notice that one of his arms isn’t working well and has turned black. “He has been cursed.” The shadows hiss.

and Anato and his friends fell to their knees in pain. "what did you do to us" Anato asked, then Shiro smiled and answered "it's quite simple, all I did was to walk from my house to school, record the accumulated feeling on my legs then transmit to people like you that hardly walk anywhere". what made this spell very effective was the fact that Shiro's house was very far from school and he ran he the distance every day, and also that it was one of the temporal curses, 'the curse of the hike'. Normally curses were forbidden among students but the disciplinary committee was an exception since the curses allowed them to solve problems without much resistance from their fellow students.

“Not me. The second-born. Her shadow.” Her voice darkened, like smoke curling around old wounds. “And then she died. And I had him. Finally. And even then, it wasn’t enough. Because every time he looked at you, John, he saw her. Not me. Never me.” She stepped back from the bars, eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of pride. “You were protected from the knowledge of what you truly were. Yet you were the very thing I could never compete with.” “You are cursed, John. Cursed.”