Sasuke Cursed Novels & Stories

He wheezed out loud, ignoring the dignity that he nurtured rolled on the ground shamelessly. “Don’t look at me, you shithead.” Unintentionally, he cursed at him without looking. The curse word that would never speak off regardless of the status. Black Shadow was considered a holy being that should only receive a good thing. However, there were a few holes that Hisoka could dig up just to express his feeling. Cursing words were one of them. He had the green light to do so and would always have that benefit – till death separated them – of it. It was because he is Black Shadow’s brother and savior.

"That Wrath can be a homicidal maniac? Yes. That he singlehandedly spearheaded the hunting and slaughtering of an entire race? No." "What's he saying about it?" "He doesn't remember anything." Cassian shook his head, looking dejected. "He never remembers anything about his past lives." I reached out a hand and gently took his in mine. "That's why we're here. Don't worry. Well find a way to break the curse." Cassian laughed bitterly. "Don't worry? We're in worse condition than when we first started out. Did that woman look like she was going to help us? All of these people hate us, and it's all because of me."

That I was not some backstory character in my own life. “You got to introduce yourself long ago.” He speaks in such an ominous way that I feel a sliver of a threat in his voice and the way he eyes me. My lips pressed together and I slowly looked away, tensing up slightly. Not everything he said made sense and that was growing to be a little uncomfortable. Have I lost my memory? “My name is Lazarus.” The crimson eyed stranger speaks, bowing his head slightly, as a formal introduction, like things were not weird enough already. “Lazarus von Strugar.”

Zelda. Brenda's hands tightened on my shoulders. "Remember what I said? It ends here," she hissed. I swallowed hard and fretfully turned back to look behind me, I wanted to push her off me but I also knew that any wrong move from me would make the situation worse. Suddenly, A car screeched loudly to a halt nearby, distracting Brenda momentarily. As she turned, a stranger emerged—a man with blazing golden eyes. My gazes locked on his, and a surge of energy coursed through me. Strength I'd never known surged through my limbs.

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...”

She placed her hands on the table, fingers intertwined, and waited for Takumi to ease her confusion. “W-Who are you, really? What do you know?!" Takumi watched lips thin into a grim line. “I told you I am Takumi Takahashi: Shane’s senior psy—.” “I mean...You exactly! How did you know about the curse?" “Ahh because I used to be cursed,” he answered right away as if it’s the most normal thing to hear. “That’s why when I saw Shane for the first time, I had a hunch that she might be cursed as well,” his voice had dropped back to normal, but it was flat and emotionless.

Dressed in black with yellow lights escaping from its eyes, it pulled out its sword from the sheath before Rogue could react and went through her. Rogue fell down to the ground but no blood escaped her body as the spirit came out with a wailing smoke before it sliced it to absolute nothing. Sam stood up and faced the spirit before he stretched his hands open towards the spirit. “Kono noroi de min’na o sukutte kudasai… Omisan.” Samuel requested as he bowed his head to the spirit before he raised his head. (Please save everyone with this curse.) “Anata o fukumete, haiburiddo-san?” The spirit asked and Samuel nodded. (Even you, hybrid?)

"Have some dignity and tell her the truth, you piece of shit. I know you hate me and you want me to suffer. I don't remember how I caused you all the pain you have, but she has nothing to do with the things I've done. Just leave her alone..." " You don't remember? You don't remember how you took her life?" Wondered Chris, with his eyes full of pain and hatred. " Can anyone explain to me what's the truth? Don't you both think that I deserve the truth?" I shout at both of them, unable to be the lame standing between these two creatures. Lucas then started chanting some weird words that I believe had something to do with me. " Through death ... Through life. A cursed one shall go dark.

His fingers still. His eyes sharpen. “Vaelora,” he repeats, softer now. Testing it. Something shifts in his expression. Not lust. Not amusement. Recognition. The elevator hums as it climbs. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, like he’s fighting something inside himself. “You shouldn’t lie about a pretty name such as yours,” he says quietly. My heart stutters. “I—what?” The air changes. The teasing warmth drains from his features, replaced by something darker. Intense. Focused.

And yet, now I realized that Ayna had already been using him to start plotting against me since back then. I scoffed coldly. "What, am I supposed to keep them still and let this bitch continue transferring her sex addiction to me and slander my innocence and reputation? "If I'm not mistaken, the so-called master she found didn't bless the earrings, but rather he cast a curse on them with black magic instead!" Ayna's face fell, but she still tried to remain calm. "I prayed for you out of the kindness of my heart back then! I didn't even blame you for stealing my husband away, and now, you're accusing me of cursing you instead, when I had been nothing but sincere to you?