The Cursed Gamer Novels & Stories

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

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.

After a few seconds, he snapped out of it and flew into a rage. He shouted as he pointed at the photo, "Amelia, what kind of sick game are you playing? Why are you displaying these things? Are you trying to curse Heidi?" I stared at him coldly, my heart unmoved. "Even now, you refuse to believe Heidi is gone. How dense can you be?" My voice was eerily calm, sending goosebumps to anyone who was listening. "Ethan, why would I use Heidi to deceive you? You're not worth it anymore. If you don't believe me, ask Simon if he really picked Heidi up safely that day!"

He finishes with a smirk and there comes that feeling again that makes tears burn in my eyes and cause terror in my heart. “You're lying; Vance promises he won't hurt me.” My lips quiver as I say those words loudly, and I don't even even believe them. He sneers. “Think about it, princess; your fate is to one day kill him. Now, Vance has tasted immortality and wealth, he has tasted power and authority; do you think he's going to let some girl get in the way of that? Trust me, Vance can get any girl that he wants.” He sighs and turns his back to me. “During the first century of being cursed, we weren't sure who was going to become our doom, so Damien and I got rid of our mates; however, Vance

“Losing the Ashton family can cost us tens of billions, all because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.” “I had high hopes for you, Luke. I thought you would be the next grand patriarch of this family. Luckily, you showed us you aren’t fit for that position before it was too late.” He paused a little as the crowd anticipates his next sentence. The hall was dead silent, with everyone focused. Connor continued, “As the grand patriarch of the Von Aleister family, I hereby declare this Union cursed.” Luke stood in utter disgrace as cold sweat drips from his beard, his face was darkened with sorrow and his heart was boiling with anger. He looked around for Kenny, but it seemed like Kenny had left

This would not end well. "Vadar, tell me what's going on, man." "Lucy is in trouble." "What? How do you know that?" "It was a vision or a dream or something, but I need to get to her. He is going to kill her." "Who?" "A hunter." I stopped distracting him and started praying to the mood goddess. Please let us make it in time. How could I have missed that there were hunters in that town?

“I wanted to apologize for whatever I had done to you, your pack and your family. I am sorry.” My eyes were any second near before shredding tears. The most ruthless and tyrant alpha was apologizing. “I know what I have done is unforgivable and haven’t think of you to forgive me ether. I wanted you to know that it was not you, it’s me. it’s always been me who was not worthy enough of a mate to you. I am…” he looked lost for words. “I am cursed. Whatever, whoever comes nears me, gets nothing except hurt and pain. I am a mess.” He said finally.

Cammie looked at me dumbfounded. "Seriously?" she finally asked. "Yes," I nodded. "I don't make it up." "But how could she be the cause?" "She's not normal, Cammie," I said. "You'd already told me that," Cammie pointed out. "No, I mean she's not like anyone else," I said and tried to force the words. "She's- a psychic-vampire." "A psychic what?" Cammie echoed out bewilderingly. "A succubus if you prefer," I said again. "You read a lot. You know what dhampire is. You better know what a succubus means!"

She was glaring when he seemed gotten what he wanted, shut her mouth on a shooky fashion. “You sure a player,” Mariya murmured, enough for him to heard, “a cheater.” Hwagu could only looked at her with his weird and unsighty expression. As if he heard a difficult thing ever that he never fully understand. Yet, he only walked straight, to finally crossed the darkest part of the Curse Mountain. The light was blocked by a massive stone that formed an arc. Added the position of the deepest of place that as if leading them underground, Mariya could only hold to Hwagu's shirt.

His breath was hot… and laced with pain. “Damien—Damien, look at me.” My voice shook. “Hey, hey, stay awake—” His fingers twitched once, brushing my arm weakly before going still. Panic clawed up my throat. “Gavin, what’s happening to him?!” I yelled, turning toward him. Gavin crouched beside us, face tight with restrained fear. “He’s been cursed.” My blood ran cold. “Cursed? By what?” “It started when he was a teenager,” Gavin said, voice low and bitter. “We still don’t know the origin. All we know is that it attacks him from inside. It eats at him, and burns him.”