Sonic Cursed Novels & Stories

Köd jutasz belső. “Shadow take you” was an ancient curse, but Sandu looked as impassive as always when Damonq hissed it on their private telepathic path. You know how to heal. You just don’t want to do it. Look what has come of Tensel taking responsibility. Now he has no choice. The healer will not allow him to hunt the beast. At least he already has a song… Sandu answered. Veridet peje, you heathen. Damonq continued to curse him.

Immediately afterward, a red Curse Inscription appeared on the foreheads of members that had passed the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. Mattaniah shouted furiously, “You monster! Did you curse all of them?!!” Quartney smiled menacingly and said, “That’s not an ordinary curse. It’s called the Sorrowful Spirit's Curse. I acquired it from a fragmented scroll left behind by Franciscus. I combined it with Deadgory Bugs and cursed every member above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. “Once I die, everyone cursed will also perish, regardless of their strength.”

“He’s mine now. And soon all of you will be dead.” Suddenly, the furniture in the room begins to tremble. Chairs scrape violently across the floor and pictures of him rattle in their frames. The floorboards groan under me. Panic claws inside me. How can a curse unleash such power? It has definitely spread to the point that it can possess Ezra. A loud buzzing noise fills the room, and the eyes of robot Cody, who’s perched on top of one of the chest drawers across the room, start to glow blue. Then he flies through the air, aiming straight at my head.

"Your injury is already healing up Chris. Go finish what you started. Go fulfill your destiny before it's too late. Go!" Chris abruptly stands, picks up the sword, and disappears. He appears before the Cursed who was covered in blood from head to toe and was just a step to enter the pit. The Cursed growls at him and raises his hand to fling him away but Chris dodges and in a loud voice kicks him in the loins making him land on the ground and the ground vibrates. "Goodbye great God of the underworld" he whispers and plunges the sword into his heart pushing it so deep that only the head of the sword was up.

"From the minute you were born, you have been cursed; you are a creature like us, but you were also born to be devoured by that man." “Why? Why have you kept these secrets from me?" "We want to murder him, but it appears there is a traitor among us, and now he has escaped from his prison." "Why is he cursing me?" "He is the one who froze your powers from the minute you were born, and when the time comes, he will consume you" “When? I realize it's not now" "You are already 25 years old, Solstice and the seal agreement are identical. You will never know what may transpire but trust us and move forward. Keep yourself safe! Other than that, please remember our pledge..."

He then winced at her letting her know he was going to tell his son everything. She noticed this and walked out excusing them to have a father-son talk. Yahiko sighed and looked at his son then he opened his mouth slowly to spit the heavy words slowly " Kazuma, he uttered, yanking his attention over to him, I think you are cursed"; he whispered under his breath. Kazuma was shocked by what he heard his father say, "And what does that mean"; he asked tensed up "It means you have an ability that makes you different from others and based on my hypothesis, I think you're cursed with the power of reincarnation," he muttered, letting Kazuma process all that he just said before.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

the population from what they termed a "Biological Cult." Avery stood on the observation deck of the old Ritz-Carlton, her hair whipped by a wind that tasted of impending rain and ozone. In her hand, she held a handheld sensor that mapped the acoustic signatures of the warships. "They’ve deployed the 'Sonic-Distruptors,'" Tommy said, his face illuminated by the bioluminescent moss on the walls. "They aren't using traditional shells. they're broadcasting a high-frequency dissonance designed to shatter the Sombra-marrow. If they hit the resonance frequency of the Coral-Spire, the roots will liquify. The building will collapse into the sea."

“I meant politely, you little glowing gremlin! Not stalk a human like a curious cat discovering light bulbs!” “Well,” Yin straightened, lowering his voice dramatically, “about that... I was investigating the rumors. The ones about the land god’s successor. Just to verify.” “And?” Yin grinned. “Guess what, my lord?” “Tell me right now or I will punch your Adam’s apple through the phone screen.” “Selena Collins,” Yin said, glancing around theatrically like he was revealing royal gossip, “has the mark and it's already activating, centered, humming with spiritual inertia. I saw it myself. The land god prophecy nailed it.”

#Flash back# #Cedric Marshall# #Supernaturals# Hello Alaric, you look haggard as ever! ♥Cedric's POV♥ My life is a shattered mess, a puzzle that can't ever be gotten right because the missing piece led me astray and left me alone in this cold, dark, world. What benefit is the gift of immortality when ancient curses can drive you mad and invite death to snatch you right from my grip?