The Cursed Gamer Novels & Stories

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…?”

"She's cursed, she's cursed, she's cursed! I felt like I'd gotten the wind sucked out of me, that he had reached in and sucked everything from my insides out. The words cut deep, and a part of me couldn't help but wonder one question: Was it me? Am I cursed to have people around me die under these circumstances that are so mysterious? “She killed Cormac! She doesn’t deserve our alpha.” And then came the mention of Cormac's name, another wave of pain with the utterance of it, for that wound was raw and their words salt in it. The crowd began to chant, a rising cry to make Elwes check again: "Check again! Check again!" they were calling, faces twisted with disgust. Ryker slowly rose, a calm vo

I feel unhappy and uneasy. 'Does that Alpha have something to do with my parents?' I can't say, because I don't understand the dream at all, but I know it has come to pass an information. 'A curse…' my heart vibrates heavily. 'Am I also cursed?' I asked myself, although I couldn't find an answer, but I believed I am cursed due to so many things I am going through. It looked like I was cursed. If not for the intervention of the Alpha and the revelations, by now I would be in the dungeon. Not just there this time, but to be tortured heavily for something I didn't do.