Spider-man Curse Novels & Stories

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

The smoke looked like a spider's legs as it charged at Curtis, the beta was hit over his chest with a great impact that he went flying and crashed into the wall. The beta had no clue what could make alpha Cyrus act in such a way. But one thing was certain that whatever it was the matter must have held some greater importance. The alpha would never use his powers which could possibly expose his curse and identity. He was dying each day and the wise thing in such a situation Cyrus could do was to save his energy. But the matter made him use a big chunk of his demonic powers to clear the beta Curtis that he needed to keep his distance.

“That was quite unfortunate. Who was the shaman who cursed you?” “Thanos, the shaman of the dragon king Gavriil of Mount Aramaic, Greece.” A gasp of horror left her mouth. I looked at her hopefully. Did she know him? “Do you know him? Please, can you help me get rid of this curse? I love Hazel too much to live without her. Even she loves me unconditionally, Ms. Payne. The rejection hasn’t severed the mate bond between us. I know she’s suffering as much as I am. Please, can you help us? My repeated rejection is destroying her and I can’t hurt her anymore.”

I make it dense enough to cut through one of these gigantic trees in one fell swoop. The spider extends its legs to the ground, now standing right side up. It’s irritating eyes, that almost look human, scan me from head to toe. It opens its mouth to speak. “Who did it?” A lady’s voice came. I knew she wouldn’t stay silent for much longer. Noroya, the curse user who cursed me. “I did it. I finally learnt how to remove your stupid curse.” It chuckles. “I won’t fall for some trick like that, boy.” The spider begins to circle me. “Your powers lie elsewhere, you are not capable of something like this. Now, tell me who did this!” She commands.

The old man was smiling from ear to ear, not able to tell that it was soon to fades away to nothing. “I think it's my turn,” Hez was frustrated to such a Curse, yet he was curious on what Clan this old man belong to. The Origin of the curse could also be located through the people who make the curse itself. “Your turn? What's you're talking about?” The old man stared as if Hez was becoming insane. Yet he was silence by a massive force, a force that beginning to dissect the strange body of his. “What...what...” The old man begun screaming. He was trying to scratch through his body yet it only make a bloody holes that looks so gross and was painful to widen and spread.

“You think the curse is the Mirror Bond, but corrupted?” “I think it started as the Mirror Bond and became something else when Moira’s grief poisoned it.” Iris pulled out another page. “Look at the curse structure. It’s the same foundation, but inverted. Instead of unity, it creates separation. Instead of sharing strength, one drains the other.” “So to break the curse, we need to… what? Recreate the original spell?”

“Do not fear, Laura. All great struggle demands sacrifice.” “What sacrifice?!” I tried to ask. But Miguma launched herself into the air, kicking Melody so hard her face snapped sideways. Miguma screamed a spell that made the entire desert tremble. “ICKPE DESTRUYUM LEOTAR EUTHANASIÁ!” A curse of gods. A killing spell. Melody’s eyes widened. “No—dedi—“ Her counter spell never finished. Lightening fell like the wrath of the heavens. “KRRRZZAATTT—!!”

Elder Marcus finally straightened up, signaling the end of his examination. “There’s good news,” he said. “Your bond with your wolf remains intact. The connection itself hasn’t been damaged.” A pause. “The bad news is that a curse is interfering. It’s actively sealing off that connection.” My chest tightened. “That’s worse than I thought. Ember hasn’t mastered transformation yet. And if Juniper can’t even manifest, she can’t help break the curse.” Elder Harriet shook her head slowly. “The spell is well-crafted. Whoever cast it knew exactly what they were doing. It feeds into itself, leaving no clear opening for us to tear it apart.”

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

I answered her but she's still surprised that I'd know this random scripture. Based in here, this creatures are cursed by the first king itself Henry Velry. A curse spell that's been set upon those who wronged his majesty. Called the divine punishment that all of them feared. A curse for immortality that contains many abilities. At first it was considered a blessing and not a punishment but as the time went by all things had changed. Flesh eating beast that killed tons of human. An organization decided to extinguish each and everyone of them. But failed due to the fact that they were too powerful for them. But instead of backing down they observed on finding out their true weakness that they