The Cursed Gamer Novels & Stories

“Undo. The. Curse. On. Me.” Curse? “What curse?” “The curse you laid on me!” He snapped, his voice high. “I don’t understand!” I cried out, pressing my back flat against the headboard. “What curse are you talking about? Is this a game? Are you playing mind games with me just to keep me terrified?” My vision blurred at the edges. “Look,” I pleaded, my voice cracking as I held up two trembling hands. “I know my husband took your money! But I can pay you back! I swear I can give you back every single cent!”

Luna Cruz's eyes exuded a sense of bitterness. Creation Players had been around for less than two years but was already a dark horse in the domestic gaming industry, releasing several hit games in succession and amassing a fortune. Rumor had it that the company's founder had been a top-tier hacker, and he had returned to China just in time to capitalize on the gaming industry boom.

She hesitated before responding, "Curses are born out of grudges or vendettas. It could be a long-forgotten feud, revenge, or even a misunderstanding. But the fact remains that this isn't a natural disease; it's a curse but the good thing about curses is that they can be broken." A surge of conflicting emotions washed over me – disbelief and a tinge of desperation. "But you healed Hector?" I then proceeded to look at my body. Cameryn's gifts had done plenty. Most of my diseased flesh was gone and all that remained was a small blemish the size of a shoe just on top of my shoulder blade. "Curse or not, you can fix this, can you not?" Cameryn's eyes met mine with determination. "But Hector's di

That was the problem with The Cursed; they died before we could do any proper research on it and their bodies turned to ashes, leaving us grappling at nothing. There was one thing we knew about the cursed: they were betas that were demon-possessed. All of them had a pentagram, a sign of demon possession, on the bottom left side of their necks. It explained why betas suddenly had power and strength that could par with an average alpha. “Did you find out anything about it? Where did it come from? Who it was?” “Yes, we managed to get that. Just like the others, it was a beta, Joe Blake from Jannah.”

I said to Jessica. It was not long after this conversation that one of the rebels finally woke up. Luckily there was no one with it as it all of a sudden rushed out, but Murphy was able to hold you could clean it down. I used to hear that the curse was PGWolf in Minecraft, but I never knew they were just going to work ones too.

"Then become our enemy. He was one of the original members of the Vampire Hunters in the Kingdom of Nork. He is the very own trusted ally of the Master Sorcerer—a spy, a traitor, a first-generation vampire hunter. Darius fought against us when the master sorcerer declared war on our race." "I thought you didn't have that kind of memory, Sir... I mean, at the Nork?" Ella asked. "Ella, I have all the memory and knowledge in the world. It's just that some were cloaked, hidden in secret curses and spells, covered in mist, and sometimes I do remember them, yet most of the time, I don't have a recollection of knowing them. I might know something about it today, but tomorrow I might forget I ever t

“Not on it. And you can live with that. You’ve been living with that your whole life. You do not know how to live with being erased.” The honesty hurt. Because he was right. I didn’t know how to exist as nothing. Even when I’d been trying to disappear in life, I’d still left little ghosts of myself everywhere—in stories, in comments, in other people’s inboxes. The Game’s voice slid between us. “He will say anything to keep you from letting go,” it murmured. “He is invested in your resistance. Your rebellion decorates his curse. Let me take the burden. You were not made for this.”

he asked, his voice laced with concern. Jessica remained silent, unable to speak through her sobs. Marcus reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Please, trust me. You can tell me anything," he said, his voice soothing. After a few minutes, Jessica took a deep breath and looked up at Marcus. "I'm cursed," she whispered. Marcus's mouth fell open in shock. "Cursed? What do you mean?" he asked. Jessica took another deep breath before continuing. "I have this curse that makes me unable to control my sexual urges. Whenever I feel horny, I lose control, and I can't stop myself," she explained, her voice trembling.

It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one. I opened my eyes which was filled with agony. My heart felt heavy from the burden I had been carrying for thousands of years. I regretted the day I had killed that innocent man thinking he was responsible for the death of my parents. What I didn’t know was the man had been cursed and whoever killed him would be the new host of the curse. Being able to live for thousands of years might be the longing of many wolves but not me as I was tired of repeating the same cycle over and over again.

"He didn't just bring an army to our borders to force a merger treaty. Months ago, before you even fell pregnant, his witches infiltrated our nurseries. They wove a necrotic parasite into the spiritual essence of every newborn and child in the Silver-Moon pack. A slow-acting curse." "A curse?" My breath hitched. "The sickness in the pack... the fever that Aris couldn't cure..." "It’s not a fever, Elara! It’s the Moon-Eater curse!" Caleb snapped, his amber eyes flashing through the violet haze with raw, helpless fury. "Every single child in our territory is tied to the anchor in Seraphina’s father’s ritual dagger. If I reject the fated-mate bond with Seraphina, if I refuse to merge our lineag