The Cursed Gamer Novels & Stories

(Inside Great Hill High) "We may have won this battle, but the war is far from over. We are here for one reason, and one reason only – to protect Clara. However, our true enemy lies within her. A cursed that poses the greatest threat we face. It's a dangerous and enigmatic curse, causing the host to battle their own selves, with disastrous consequences. Time is of the essence. Today, we must free her from this malevolent curse, for tomorrow may be too late," Eric Damian addressed the group, his voice filled with urgency and determination. Mathias stepped forward to offer his perspective.

The hunter whispered, closing his mouth with his palm. What made a man, a hunter, that killed a lion, a while ago, tremble can certainly kill me. Oh goodness, not again. Was I cursed? Was my curse from the birth? If I wasn’t cured, why was I moving from one bad to another worse. I was out of the dangerous coven to go on a malevolent mission and here I was again trapped between creatures I had no idea of who they are.

Even as the door clicked shut behind him, we continued to stare at the empty space. This was good, wasn’t it? Rumpel Kracknuts had gotten his just deserts, as had the casino. It was only a matter of days before the curse I’d infused in him brought down its wards. The vulnerability would give all those people slaving under expired bargains the opportunity to be free. And the healer? Maybe she was a golem or some other construct animated by the white mustache. There was a whole host of crazy shit in the Supernatural World I couldn’t begin to comprehend. Anything was possible.

I sucked in a breath. Not from pain. From the way she touched me. For a second, neither of us moved. Her lips parted as if she was about to say something— Another horn blasted through the air. More hunters. I clenched my fists. “This isn’t over,” I said. She nodded, Before we could realise it, warriors came through. Elara immediately healed me and I shifted back to my wolf. This set if hunters were not able to shift. They were known as the cursed. Birthed by a werewolf but unable to shift. They remained human.

healer. I healed others. I have a talent that they wanted control of. The Alpha Council. They kidnapped me. My friends protected me. They died. All of them. I was the only one who escaped." Sama Arthur moved closer, her eyes on the wound. It was a torn cut, clearly the work of some sort of magical attack, but it wasn't closing. "The wound. it won't close. You're a healer, and you can't heal yourself?" "A curse," the man gasped, air tight in his throat. "I'm cursed. A price of my gift. A terrible price. The more I heal, the more life leaves me. The more lives I save, the more I lose." He looked at her, his silver eyes pleading. "And. and I don't smell. They told me I was a null. My own kind,

“This curse—it’s worse, Nana. Today, he nearly choked me out, didn’t know who I was. I scratched him awake, but what if I can’t next time? And Damien—he’s hunting something, someone. Won’t tell me, but he’s tense, always looking over his shoulder. Someone’s after him, tried for me once, Blackbird Park too. I can’t lose either of them.” Nana leaned forward, her gaze steady. “They’re both broken, Liv. Damien’s carrying ghosts—nightmares from what he did, even if no one knows why. And Lucien’s curse—it’s eating him alive, a gift from Archimedes he never asked for. You want to fix them, don’t you?”

My back was against the door of my room, and all the cruel memories of the past once again started haunting me. “I am sorry, V-vera. I didn’t mean to disrespect you. I was just… sh*t! I am an idiot.” He kicked something and cursed under his breath, but I didn’t open the door. Why the f*ck is Moon Goddess playing this cruel game with me? I was already on the verge of death, and now, all my childhood is present here to witness how I fall into my death pit in one of the games. F*ck! I don’t know why all this is happening to me… I have such a sh*tluck.

And of course, while consuming blood, I have to remove the necklace from my neck because every time I wear the necklace, I look like a complete human being. "Well, shit. All I can say is, I'm thankful I can finally rest my fucking brain from studying the shit of everything." I sigh ejaculation. Sarreth suddenly threw me a black and yellow drink. "What the fuck is this chuckie thing?" I wondered. Sarreth slapped her forehead unconsciously. "Stop cussing the fuck down already, Celare. Are you going to talk to that mysterious goddess of yours like that?" Sarreth asked me a serious question.

Nikitas pov The dim light of early morning cast long shadows through the tall windows of my father’s office, and I sat alone at his desk, confronting the silence with an iron will. Exhaustion gnawed at the edges of my mind, a persistent ache growing stronger with each sleepless night spent grappling with the relentless curse within me. It had become a separate entity, living beneath my skin, whispering insidious thoughts of surrender and relief in the quiet moments between each breath. But none of that would deter me from my chosen path. I would not let it win; this curse died with me, even if that meant going through this pain for years.

Her form turned to black smoke, her essence stripped into nothing but only two fragments: One: a spark of lightening, too small to light anything but too powerful to be extinguished. Two: A soul, bound and chained sealed for use. And then the child spoke the final line. “Laura. You will be wolfless. You will not receive our parents love. You will be alone. Your mate will leave you. And I will make sure you don’t live to fulfill your role in the prophecy.” The orb burned. “You will be hated by all those who love you now.” The child held up the photo of a girl her age. Silver hair and brown eyes. Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”