Red Room Curse Novels & Stories

Chaos erupted in the live stream chat as a ghost hunter dropped a bombshell. [This is like some ancient curse, right out of the past. How is it popping up today?] He laid out the lore for us. [This curse, right? It's old news, like three thousand years old. Razcland was this tiny place, tucked away in the mountains. They were chilling until these invaders rocked up, trying to smoke them out with a big ol' fire.] [However, here's the twist: the attackers started bursting into flames themselves, totally out of the blue, leaving nothing behind. That's the dark magic the old books talk about!]

“I want to paint. I want to live my life, not yours. And I’ve hated you for every moment you’ve crushed me under your expectations!” The room went still. Abby’s eyes widened as though stabbed. His mouth opened, then closed. He looked at his daughter as if seeing her for the first time. The herbs on the table suddenly flared, the strings snapping, the bones rattling like teeth. Kate gasped, clutching her chest. “It’s breaking—the curse is breaking!” And then, with one final roll of thunder, the candles blew out, plunging them into total darkness. From the blackness, Brenda’s voice floated in from the open window, mocking and sharp: “What a lovely family portrait. Your sins shouted into the st

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

Tens of thousands years ago, one discover something that shock the realities of the world... It lead the nation to a great change; affects throughout the world, the change brought a new beginning. The beginning of the curse... "This has to stop," a voice of a woman says, gentle rubbing the crystalize ball that twinkling about. She was place in the dark, only her voice reach the every corner of the room. "Tell me," a voice of man response, his voice gentle. Setting across the high-level throne that shone with bizzare gold, his lips parted as his eyes shone with strange light. "What it is you wish to conquer?"

Helia looked at him blankly. "Go back to Wulfe, werewolf." Helia's voice was hoarse. "I'm not going back to Wulfe without a solution." "Then you'd never go back to Wulfe." Helia began to walk away and he followed her. "There must be a way. Perhaps before her death, she had given a clue on how to break the curse." Giving up was not an option for Rendall and it annoyed Helia. "What part of ‘she died on spot’ do you not get?"

He wriggled his body, in a desperate attempt to shake off the curse as if it was just dust. "But I am no woman like you," she glanced at the unmoved clutch of cloth that covers the babe, "though moved by my wrath, I could never hurt the innocent that you will sire into this world. Yet, I will not look past the enormities of your doing, and so as the last of my mercy on your kin, these words will break the curse: only united hearts arise from the flames of betrayals and sins shall be freed." Waves of moon's power was delivered once more to Ganur's skin, settling in to every fibre of his being, sealing the curse completely. Satisfaction sits well in Orav's heart, but still the fire was not ext

“Lumina—” The bowl of water tips over on its own, spilling across the table. The herbs scatter. The air seems to fold in on itself, and the cold deepens until their breath clouds in front of them. The older witch slams her palm against the table, chanting faster, trying to force the presence back. The voice fades to a whisper, but the last words are clear, cutting through the crackle of the dying candles. “The boy dies… or the curse remains.” The final candle goes out. Darkness swallows the room, then lit up again flickering, giving the dark room a little light again.

Lucian comes up through the passage into a space that is barely recognizable as the same room. The temple's interior is lit wrong, the torches along the walls burning in the blue-shifted color that appeared at the masquerade and has not fully normalized since, and layered over that light is something else, something that does not come from the torches at all but from the figure standing at the temple's center. The light coming off Kaelen is red, the deep arterial red of the curse's sky, and it moves the way fire moves, not steady but shifting, alive in the way that things animated by blood magic are alive, which is to say animated by something that was alive once and is now being used past t

I looked at her sharply now, the rage bubbling hotter, tighter. "I said enough," I growled. But she didn’t stop. She never knew when to stop. "You can’t hide from it! You know what the curse does! You know what the Red Moon means!" she spat. "Your flesh will rot. Your bones will crumble. Your mind will be lost — forever. All because you refuse to do what needs to be done!" I clenched my fists so hard that my nails cut into my palms. "I know," I said finally, the words tasting like ash on my tongue.