The Cursed Gamer Novels & Stories

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

“We both know you can’t kill me, Ezra. If you do, the curs will never be broken. And everyone will know your family’s dirty little secret.” My grip tightens, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. I’d come too far to be toyed with. But I also know she holds all the cards in this twisted game of fate. After all, it was she who had cast the curse in the first place. Reluctantly, I release her, stepping back with a low growl of frustration. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Elora.”

the man cursed, "she escaped. ASHLEY The worst day of my life began when I find out that the boy that took my virginity by force was my soulmate, as if that was not enough I caught him kissing my own mother, The woman that gave birth to me. My life couldn't have been any worse than it already is. I started loathing the alpha's son the day he lured a sixteen years old me into the basement of his grand father's house and have his way with me, to state a fact, he wasn't that good looking, obviously not my type, but do I have a choice? What choice do I have when a nineteen years old alpha's son had me trapped between his strong arm, maybe bitting my tongue was a choice but it's not for me, the i

Now, it would take more than telling everyone the truth about Elijah and Caleb, to regain their trust and loyalty. "Are you there, Zeta?" Cyrus checked if I was still hearing him through the mindlink. "Yes, I am." I answered curtly. I needed to prove to them that I wasn't cursed. But there was nothing I would be able to do that if even I still find it hard to believe that I wasn't cursed. "So if there's no curse mysteriously killing the wolves I courted in the past, why and how had they all died?" I asked no one in particular.

The way he said 'what you are' instead of 'who you are' made my blood run cold. "Okay, What if the tests prove I'm not cursed?" I asked desperately. "Then we'll know you're something else," Soren replied. "Something worse." I looked around the hall one more time. At Tony's body. At Dante bleeding on the floor. At pack members who wouldn't meet my eyes. "What could be worse than cursed?" I whispered. "Deliberately evil," Soren said simply. The words hit me so hard. In their minds, I was either cursed or evil. There was no third option where I was innocent.

She howled, picking me up from the bench by my sore arm. “I don’t really have a choice here..” I shot back, trying to keep my tone very low. “You think you can change him? I have been here longer than anyone else and I will tell you the truth. You can’t stay here with that man!” I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly pulled my hand away from hers, “why not?” I asked and she scoffed. “Jordan is cursed! There’s a beast living within him and he won’t tell you this because he wants to trap you here and drain the life out of you until you have absolutely nothing to live for!”

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

He stopped just short of me, his presence crackling like lightning in the air. “Because I have known you,” he said softly. “Not you exactly—but every life before you. Every incarnation of your bloodline.” My breath seized. “What are you talking about?” “I am not a student at Blackmoor,” Harry said finally. “I am not even supposed to exist here. I am the first cursed immortal—the one who defied the gods and paid the price in eternity.” The words sank into me like stones. My knees weakened. “Immortal…?”