The Cursed Monster Author Novels & Stories

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

He growled. Seriously? That was it? Like, I was the monster here. “It's actually 'who are you?'” I snapped. “You were educated, were you not? Why don't you act like it?” He frowned slightly and slowly began to pace back and forth along the little space before me, but keeping his eyes on me all the time. “This has never happened before.” He muttered. “I've always lived with this curse, burning whoever I laid hands on. Why won't you burn? What rune are you using to protect your body?”

“Because they often lay traps for unsuspecting victims and enemies. Often minor curses are used to set off traps. It’s easy for certain monsters to cast curses that would collapse caves and tunnels.” “A curse. Great. Now we have to believe in curses?” “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” as his Doubting Thomas act was annoying her. “Thank you, William Shakespeare. Did he know about all this?” “Our civilization? How would I know? You’d have to ask a historian. Or someone old enough to have lived that useless trivia.” “There are people that old?” Now, he was getting disturbed. “Don’t you have a history class or something?”

"You asked for these stories to be spread somehow... So the first founders of the University influenced several authors to write about the Ancients, with only a tiny part of reality. You believed that at some point in the future, you would recognize such words and could defend yourself better, or find a way to stop the awakening of the Mother of Monsters." Each new word made me tremble, because even though I couldn't remember my past lives, I know Isak is right, and it saddens me, because I don't see another solution besides the one this man gave. "The curse is stronger." I spoke with sadness and brought my hand to my chest, on the side of my heart. "There aren't many more creatures inside m

POV: Rory Hale Another appeared ahead, cutting me off. My chest heaved, panic keen and scorching. “No, no, no…” I grabbed the nearest book and tossed it. It went straight through the monster like it was mist. But the mist hissed, pushing tighter, creating claws. “Help!” My voice cracked. “Somebody” And then the growl came. Deep. Savage. Close. A flurry of silver and black tore past the aisle, crashing into the gloom. Snarls filled the air, volumes flying, shelves cracking under the impact.

I know it's impossible because in a few minutes, I'll have to return to that room full of bloodsucking monsters. I might as well enjoy this little bit of freedom I have while it still lasts. I moved backwards slowly, my eyes slightly closed but I suddenly bumped into something hard. In an instant, strong arms wrapped around me and that feeling of peace was quickly replaced by fear. "Are you lost, little one?" A deep but husky voice questioned me. "No, no. I'm not lost. I just came out to get some fresh air but I'll be going now, thanks for asking." I said and tried to escape his grip but it was impossible, confirming my fears. I'm dealing with a Vampire.

Dominic shifted his head back at her, “What are you saying? The curse, it isn’t real?” “Turns out the curse that ate you wasn’t a curse, Dominic. It’s known and called as a curse but it’s completely different than the curse that the Master had. What cursed you was a monster. A monster from hell was what had been living with you, eating your life as its food like a parasite so it could sustain its body. But when that thing is removed from you, you would never be harmed again.” She then shifted her eyes back at Babylion, “And you were the one who convinced me its a curse.”

But my physical body pukes out a bunch of dark matter that was bubbling and I could have sworn to see eyes in it. “It was rather horrible as it was happening. After they killed all the dark magic users they decided to seal up their kingdom so no one could come in or get out. But you see a single dark magic user was left and hated the ruler of this kingdom so much. So they created a curse and put it on them. They then went to the kingdom and told the ruler that they were a dark magic-user. They weren’t scared nor were they worried, it was what they wanted. As soon as they were killed that was when the monster was created. The souls of all the dark magic users who were killed became the monste

“You can’t kill them like that! They’ll keep coming back unless—” Her words were cut off by a strangled gasp as one of the monsters sank its teeth into her shoulder. Blood poured down her arm, and she screamed so loud it made my ears ring. Damion roared. The walls shook violently, dust and debris raining down from the ceiling. His rage was no longer just his—it was the curse, feeding on his emotions, growing stronger with every beat of his heart. “No!” Lucien shouted. “Damion, don’t give in! If the curse takes control—”

"A year ago, I am saved by a monster and brought to his castle. He detests humans as much as I do, and he promises to help me exact my revenge on my father who assaulted and cursed me like I was not his blood." "Today, I clock twenty. I am yet to be marked, to be changed. This monster is an undead. His world works differently from mine, and I crave the destruction it brings." "You, my reader, is about to walk through my eyes the world of the undead, pressed into fine writing for you. But I warn you, this world is dangerous and right here, monsters lurk in the shadows. "Do not fret for the ones who become this devil are he who remains." For a second, I thought I've finished reading the first