Naruto Cursed Novels & Stories

We stand side by side and take in the old medieval room. ‘You start with those books, and I’ll start with these.’ I point. ‘But I don’t know what I’m looking for.’ ‘How to break a curse?’ ‘What are you getting m-me into?’ she squeaks. I sigh and decide that I can trust her, and it’s best to let her in on the secret. ‘You can’t tell anyone, okay?’ ‘O-okay.’ ‘It’s Nina. Someone has cursed her, but we don’t know what the curse is yet and how it affects her, and the curse it is affecting me by making my shifts unbearably painful.’

"I feel betrayed. I've been trying to collect the souls to get the freedom we always wanted. Along the process, I put the lives of the person and the nine-tailed fox I love in danger. But I've been suffering just because she didn't know that the creature Kagome curses is not a human but also a supernatural being. Which means... Kagome didn't violate any rules... I hate her." MEANWHILE, Venus is just looking at nothingness, trying to digest everything that just happened. "We need to be awake from our dream now," says Yna. "We came here to help you and bring your soul back to your sleeping body. So let's go now," says Mune. "There's no point in throwing tantrums and crying in the corner just b

“No, I'm not. The curse has been broken. Just leave” “Ha-Ha-Ha! Broken? No, you have not won yet and you will never win. Just because you broke the outward curse doesn't mean I am defeated. I am still here and it is just a matter of time before you become me totally. You think you can snap me out now, but let us see if you can in the nearest future”, Dojo whispered. Dakar felt his heart triple its beats. He palmed his face and bowed his head. “What did I do to deserve this? This is too much suffering”, he cried as he felt his own body burning him.

"My Prince, you are awake.. What happened, I heard a loud thud and I rushed in to see you sprawled on the floor.. Are you okay?" I stated at him and back at myself... I am cursed but I am different.. I have been cursed since I was an infant and my cure is a Sheba but I am different now because she is my cure and she has healed me. Sarafina. "I think I have my memories back, Khan" * * *

she hissed as she wields her hands. "I am Kalani Ahnarrah, I curse you to be stripped of all your power, you will be invisible to everyone's eyes, you will be a useless wanderer without voice and vision. You will live in exile until your last breath. I am vanishing you as punishment for all of your evil deeds" Narrah furiously chanted. Momentarily, the man's body was lifted and turned around a few times in the air. A glowing smoke left his body and entered Narrah's palm.

Varz said who is already at the door. "Varz?! What are you doing?! You are supposed to take a rest." Alfi said. "It’s OK, Alfi. I guess I have to explain it by myself." Varz said taking a seat next to Alfi. "Well, you did see my right eye and tattoos glowing purple when I went berserk?" Varz asked. Alfi just nods. "They said that it’s a curse. I..." Varz is speechless. Arz pats Varz’s shoulder and says, "There, there, let me do it."

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

*** To becontinued. Don't forget to wait for the next chapter.

Sachem Nadura said and gazed at the cloud of strength that was clearly visible to all directions of these Eternal Prisons. His eyes concentrated and punctured through the camouflage of power upon the vortex of its origins. At the center was a boy. A marred being coupled with his list of sickness. His broken body may have been spectacularly pitiful but what called Sachem Nadura’s attention most was the tattooed symbols on the forehead of the boy. It was the mark of the Cursed. Someone who has done an unforgivable sin in his past life. And not just one but a whole lifetime of evil and immorality.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.