Red Room Curse Novels & Stories

He smiles at us “For now, I hope this would suffice.” “Believe me, I’m not a picky eater.” I say honestly, voice chipper “Thank you for your hospitality.” “This is nothing.” He assures me “I hear inhospitable ones are always the curses’ first choice.” The spoon stills at my lips “Curse?” “Why yes,” Mr. Rudolf’s face turns somber “It’s unlike anything we’ve seen before.” “It must be a disease,” Zen says calmly “Curses require witches.” “What does it do?” I ask Mr. Rudolf, feeling like a gossipy aunt

Debo: “ You don’t feel very well! It must be because of yesterday's act! The sea was freezing! You could have frozen to death! Kataleya said nothing. Debo: “ Kataleya, what happened? You look very haggard! Why did you try... Kataleya: “ I am a black sorceress! I made a curse! Debo: “ What? Kataleya: “ When I was eight years old I was raped by eight men and I cursed! Debo: “ By the Gods! Men are horrible! Kataleya: “ I made a curse thinking it was protecting me, but in reality I... Debo: “ What plague? Kataleya: ““With my hands, I condemn all men who mess with me. They will die in the most painful way. Every second of mine will be your pity, every tear of mine will be your pain, every sad mem

“And I am scared... I am scared without you by my side, I try to act tough but the truth is that I need you Pa.” He returned his gaze to the window, wiping his face with the back of his palm. After a few minutes of silence, I summoned the courage to finally tell him. “We got a cure Pa,” I waited for him to respond but got nothing. “We met with the elder witch and she gave us a cure. But... but we need... your blood to seal it up... to break the curse. It won’t all go away,” I admitted. “The cure only breaks the control of the full moon over us and the hunger to kill,” I watched him patiently. “We only have less than twenty-four hours Pa... after that... we may never have a cure again. And yo

Chelsea noted. "It's because of the curse," Bryan replied. "What is this curse called?" Chelsea asked. Bryan explained it was the Midnight Curse, which kills the afflicted and their relatives within an hour if not treated. And if the curse is intense, even stabilization won't help. I sat on the ground, pained, feeling my heart slow and my senses dull. I couldn't make sense of what was happening around me. Chelsea's worried voice reached me; she was giving instructions to Belle and Bryan. I fought the pain, trying to draw the curse into myself so it wouldn't harm Flora or pass to Ivan. I couldn't let that happen.

"Now you listen here, Ella Chase - you mustn't let these dark dreams frighten you so. You are surrounded by love and light, the finest guards and packsfolk who would lay down their lives for you. No harm will come to you nor the life blossoming inside you." I blinked back the sting of tears at her steadfast words. I prayed with my whole heart they were true. But the alarm within me would not be silenced. "I wish that were enough to banish these phantom terrors," I admitted. "But Delia, the glow of my pendant - it comes more frequently now, angry and red like blood. The curse...it seeps into my dreams, my very bones!" I could hear the edge of hysteria in my own voice. Delia's plump face creas

I saw flashes in my mind—unfamiliar, yet terrifyingly vivid. A wedding altar. A dagger. A screaming bride. A mirror. I fell to my knees, pressing my hands over my ears, trying to drown them out—but the sounds weren’t outside me. They were in the house. In my bones. This was the heart of the curse. And I was standing in it. *** A loud snap echoed down the corridor. A door flung open—and there she stood. Mrs. Whitmore. Her usually neat bun had unraveled. Her apron was smeared in red, and her eyes looked like they had seen the end of the world.

The room fell into stunned silence, but I wasn't done. “And the curse.” I stood slowly. I towered above them all as my voice dropped into a low and lethal tone. “The shadow rot is killing her, eating her from the inside out.” *There's no known cure…”Kael looked uncomfortable, but I didn't bring myself to care. “Then figure it out.” I snapped, cutting him off. “Find a way to pull it out of her, or I'll start with your bones and stop with your hearts.” “You have one week.” I stepped away from the table before heading towards the door. I didn't wait for their response. I didn't need to, because they all knew when I made a promise, it always ended in blood.

The gold pulsed once and power spilled through the room, in a silent roar, reality bending beneath an ancient curse that needed no words. A hiss filled the room, long and low and final. A high pitched scream tore through Tilly's lips, then her body convulsed. Blood bubbled from her skin, dark and thick. Then it moved. The blood slithered, split, and turned into a hundred of tiny, wet, crimson snakes that burst from her arms, her legs, her throat, her eyes. They writhed and hissed, tearing through flesh and bone, devouring her from within until—

“They failed at protecting you. They let you deceive which created an avenue for you to walk into danger. This is what happens when my men disappoint me.” His tone carried no humor, only cold business. Another muffled scream rose up and I shivered harder. Alessandro continued upstairs without another word. He pushed open a familiar heavy door and stepped inside. The Red Room. I recognized it immediately from our two nights of being here. The walls glowed deep crimson under soft lights. Various tools and equipment lined the space, cuffs, paddles, whips, ropes, and things I only ever read about in dark books. My breath caught.