The Cursed Gamer Novels & Stories

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

All those did not matter when all they thought of me was that I needed to be cuffed and silenced! Father Cassimir was - I’m not even sure who he was. He was a man of God. One sent to our village by the catholic church, to spread the word of God, after Father Lucius died of pox. Unlike Father Lucius, Father Cassimir was younger. Still almost double my age, with a nasty uncombed beard and such a disgusting smirk that he’d offer the younger women. He smelled like incense and his eyes held a strange predator gaze that always made me feel sick and unsafe when he’d cast a glance my way. He had been invited not just once to dine with us, but everytime he came into our house, I felt violated and as

The more he thought of his life, his mission and the things that could possibly happen, the more confused and worried he was. He had never been one to back down from a challenge but he was having two doubts. He began to have imaginations of him dying in this world and not going back to that world. 'Cursed wolf' That word resurfaced in his head and he recalled that was when it all started. That was when he decided he was going to break the curse because he couldn't stand the hate and disgust in the eyes of his pack members whenever they looked at him. Just as Tristan came down from his car, he saw Jade behind the man he was coming to meet.

“I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.” Silence. Nobody spoke. Behind Zen, Sasha and Liu Feng appeared proud. Akiko was expressionless as usual, but there was a glint in her eyes for those who looked closer. Yes, this was Zen the gamer - their

He grinned. “The girl is not here … now.” Hugo half turned his back to Aryadi and Burhan. The grin on his lips didn't disappear either. “But I'm not sure about a few seconds ago.” Burhan tried to argue and yell, but Hugo interrupted him loudly as if he already knew what Burhan was going to say. “You haven't forgotten who I am, have you? The reason why I'm called the Cursed?” Hugo hissed like a snake in the middle of a savanna whose calm was disturbed. But then his tone became jolting again. “I can smell them!”

It wouldn’t be unusual for a rogue to accidentally cross the border but if the link had been activated, this wasn’t some mistake. “Patrol reported movement is area 4 and went to investigate, then their links went dead.” The next voice to come across the link was Seth, my dad’s Gamma. “I’m at site now two warriors down. Shit Daniel, it’s Crimson Shadow,” I growled at the name. They were the ones responsible for the curse. Alrik looked at my dad “Area 4, that’s the waterfall,” and then looked at me. My dad paled and looked at me

He slowly began to wrap them in fresh, stark-white athletic tape, pulling the fabric taut over his bruised knuckles. He was preparing for his second night in the Crucible. For the last twenty-four hours, the Bastion’s mind had been a war zone of conflicting tactical data. Varkas had given him the explanation: the Death Game was not a slaughterhouse, but a quarantine. The 'Wild' men generated too much volatile kinetic mana. The 'Red Rust' infected their minds, turning them into rabid, violent monsters. The only cure was to bleed the kinetic energy out through brutal, physical combat.

You would think that being Cursed is the worst that can happen to you until you’re told that your deliverer was the same person that caused you to be cursed in the first place. Fate is really playing games with me. I know I had once played a similar game, but I’m done. I don’t want to play reckless games anymore. The Ugly Old Witch had said getting with Cayden would fix everything and I had replied to her with 15 words. “I would prefer to die of this torment than to get back with that Monster.” Count it. It’s fifteen words, and I meant every single one of them. Getting back with Cayden would be a torture seven times worse than this one, and I don’t see myself ever making such a stupid mistak

F*ck, I’m losing it in here. I resisted the desire to pull my dress off me, along with everything under, and go over to them, suck each of their needing d*cks till they became sore. ‘Like that’s possible.’ The temperature continued rising and I cursed whoever was behind the controls. ‘I think you should take it easy with curses. Don’t you remember what happened last time?’ The curse. The council said it was my curse that made them sterile. It was scary to think that it could be true.

Two doctors in surgical scrubs, speaking in low voices that suggested confidential discussion. "—finally got the consult results back on the council member's son," one was saying. "Three different curse specialists, and none of them can figure out how to break it completely." "How old is the kid?" the other asked. "Five. Can you imagine? Some bastard cursed a five-year-old with advanced blood work. The ethics alone—" "What kind of symptoms?" "Seizures, organ deterioration, magical instability. They've been managing it with temporary fixes, but without breaking the curse at its source, he's not going to make it past adolescence."