Red Room Curse Novels & Stories

She decided to warn the boy beforehand . He was tall,fair,well-built with blue eyes and golden hair.Oops!!No,no she didn't want to discourage him she needed to reduce the weight on her bossom at least. She was in undergarments already.Sam looked at her wildly.He carried her till her room and she instructed the path.He tried to open her upper garment but she insisted to delay.She had a fear She had never allowed Ned .It took her few seconds to convince herself that Ned was dead and gone.There was nothing paranormal about Joseph's death other than a chandelier dropping on his head .It was not a miracle that she escaped without injuries but a co-incidence.Before she realised Sam was kissing her

I push, trying not to gag at the thought of having to taste blood. "The ceremony will not be complete until you have come together in the most intimate of fashions. The magic will then be sealed, and it will spread across the land, killing the curse," she says quickly, practically all in one breath. I wilt in my seat, realising what that means. "Oh great." I look back at Sire, who is finally staring at me. There is a cold, quiet darkness shimmering in his eyes as he contemplates the meaning of Kimsa's words.

“And Minx, there’s something you need to know.” Gina said. She looked serious. “What’s that?” Minx asked as she wiped the tears off her face. She had decided to call her mom later, at least, she knows that she doesn't despise her as she thought. “You may not like to hear this.” Gina said but she continued anyway. “I don’t think you can perform that spell again. I think it comes with a curse. Each time it works, you’ll be taking Gabriel closer to his death bed.” Gina said.

When we pull our hands away the witch stands there an ethereal red glow coming off her skin. Amy’s body no where to be seen.

I opened my eyes to find myself standing in my old bedroom. The one I'd shared with Jude. Everything was exactly as I remembered. The blue curtains. The photos on the dresser. The bed where I'd found him with Lucy. "No," I whispered. "This isn't real." "Isn't it?" I spun around. Helena Blackwood stood behind me, looking exactly as she had before the death magic. Young. Beautiful. Deadly. "You're dead. I killed you." "You killed my body. But curses are living things, Hailey. They take on a life of their own. And this curse has been living inside you for two years. Growing. Feeding on your pain and rage and fear."

Real fear. “Charlie—” I choked out, holding out a hand toward him, fingers trembling violently. “Don’t—don’t get close. I can’t—control—” But he ignored me. Of course he did. He pushed himself up, coughing, stumbling to his knees, then his feet. His eyes were bright with terror—but not of me. Of losing me. And that was somehow worse. He took a step forward. My entire body convulsed. The curse surged. My breath ripped out of me in a broken, strangled sound. The Wicked roared in my skull, clawing at my mind.

I screamed in an attempt to wake them up. 'It's bad. They've all really gotten out of hand.' I said to myself, seeing that none of their faces were really looking at me. Their eyes turned as red as blood. And their expressions looked like they were in pain. 'Wait. It can't be, right?” my mind suddenly gave me a bad idea. The look of pain on their faces reminded me of one of the curses, which was rumored to be contagious to whoever held it. Those doctors had already made countless physical contact with Prince Charles. Were they under the influence of the curse too?

I Suddenly heard footsteps outside the door, heavy and deliberate. My heart raced as the door creaked open, revealing a towering figure. Dominic! His eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity, his smile sinister. "Welcome, Lucia," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You're going to be here for a while." I let out a scream that was muffled by the sound of the door slamming shut behind him, plunging me into darkness. There was only one old lantern that was the source of light to the red room .

And I’ll make her pay. Just as I always promise. The memory crawls up anyway, it was my tenth birthday, the day the curse fell. Since then, my sight has been stolen piece by piece. I can still see perfectly… but everything is coated in a film of red. Each year it thickens, blotting out the world’s colors until soon, only crimson will remain. No enchantment. No potion. No spell. Nothing has worked so far. How poetic, isn’t it? That the only colors I’ll be left with are of the thing I despise most.

As they moved more profound into the earth, she felt the nearness of the curse developing more grounded, its energy thickening the atmosphere. --- The entrance opened into an enormous cavern, its dividers sparkling with an otherworldly light. At its center stood an old holy place, encompassed by images and runes that appeared beating with life. The heart of the curse lay before them, a tangible force that threatened to overwhelm them. Clara and Marcus approached the holy place, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Clara could feel the power of the Heart of Nyx resonating with the magic of the curse, a connection that pulsed with both danger and promise.