Red Room Curse Novels & Stories

Sebastian looked away and suddenly a familiar scream echoed in his head. IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER. He flinched shaking his head and gulping down. Sparing a single glance at Darren he walked back to the punching bag grabbing it with both hands. The bag was slightly ripped off, why couldn't he get that particular sentence out of his end from the night she spat on his face? Something bigger and unchangeable might happen.

The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, followed by the rustle of fabric and the soft clatter of a fallen ink bottle. And then— “Well.” Said a voice from the doorway dripping with disgust. “ this explains why corruption still thrives in the council.” They froze. Caleb stood, framed in the open doorway, his prison shackle removed, a guard trailing certainly behind him. His smirk was sharp enough to cut through glass. “Just how low will you continue you continue to stoop, Marisa?” He asked. Boris stumbled back, his face pale. Marisa’s cloak was clutched tightly around her again, her face burning with shock and fury.

“It's the Rot curse.” I exhaled deeply, finally a solution. “What is the Rot curse?” “It's dark magic that Sarah must have known from ancient magic. A curse that will slip you into a deep sleep so you feel like nothing is happening but in reality, it eats you away, piece by piece until all that is left in you is nothing but bones— that's if it doesn't eat the bones too.” The weight of his words made my stomach tightened. If I had any more tears to cry, I could have but I was exhausted. I got closer, reaching for Williams’ hand.

Something darker was coming. With a more intense glow of the Blood Moon outside, the room was enveloped in an unusual red light. I froze. Something had changed. It was deeply felt in my bones.' I gazed into the shattered window. There was still the red moon.' The symbols that I had previously traced were softly glowing on the floor, beating with my heart. The ritual was done. The curse should have ended. But it didn't feel over. The ground shook beneath us. A deep roar was heard over the stone, shaking the tower. This wasn't the wind. It was something worse.

The heavy weight of their eyes trailed after me as I moved towards the sanctuary of my father’s office. The familiar space was suffocating, the remnants of my past clinging like shadows. I braced myself against the mahogany table, the wood groaning under the pressure of my grip. My wolf, weakened and feeble, was buried under the weight of the curse, and as I pleaded for strength, the voices clawed, relentless and cruel, repeating their chilling refrain: *Touch them, end them, pass it on.* Each iteration fed the horrifying truth I tried so desperately to deny—that the curse sought to consume, to perpetuate its malevolence through me. But there was still resistance, a flicker of will that woul

We soon stopped in front of a room which was the last room on the south wing, and he swiped out a card from his drenched suit pocket, and slid it on the door sensor to open it. As the door slowly opened, the room began to get lit with red lights, and a single bed which was obviously programmed, surprisingly came out from inside a wall. I sat on the bed, my long hair, sticking to my face as I struggled to search Dashiell's expression for some reason why we were in a room that was almost empty. "This room is called the red room," he announced. I quirked my head to the side and chuckled, "Let me guess…this is also known as your kink room?"

[The Anatomy of the Abyss] The air in the 1890 room was stagnant, tasting of crushed lavender and a century of trapped exhales. Ivy stood in the center of the chamber, the floorboards still displaced behind her like an open wound. In her hand, she clutched the second Red Box—the one that had whispered of a third bloodline and a cure for the Moretti madness. The shadows here were long and jagged, stretching across the damask wallpaper like reaching fingers. But the most terrifying shadow was the one that suddenly filled the doorway.

“You carry the light and the shadow. The blood of those before. The curse runs through you, child.” “Curse?” I whisper, shaking my head. “No, no, I’m not cursed.” The woman’s expression doesn’t change, but her voice turns heavy, almost mournful. “The Red Moon is not a blessing. It is a warning.” I take a step back. “What do you mean? Warning of what?” They fade in and out with the mist, their whispers overlapping, forming words I can’t grasp. Then, all at once, I see something...flashes of light, broken images. A forest burning. Wolves howling. Blood soaking into snow.

It’s happening. We walk down a short corridor before stopping in front of a door. He carefully unlocks it with a single key. The moment we step inside, my eyes widen, fear and confusion hit me all at once. “What the fuck?” The words leave my mouth in a whisper. Then comes his voice. “Welcome to the Alpha’s red room.” The walls were draped in red paint and red curtains, it was like walking into hell, only this was a different kind. The worst of it all was the items positioned at their angles, every item used for BDSM stared back at me.

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