What Is A Cursed Hunt In Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

Just silence and day and night. I let out a frustrated sigh, dragging my gaze back to the ancient, leather-bound book sprawled open on the table. The BLOOD CURSE. The pages were yellowed, the ink faded in some places, but it was the only thing that made sense right now. Everything in this damned place was chaos, but the curse? The curse was real. And it was the first time I’d come across something that actually related to what had been happening to me. To why I was still here. The more I read, the more I am made to believe I killed Kael.

Aurelia explains the fact one by one and then stops to zoom refocus the picture on the screen for them to see the bigger picture where people within the room can see the gathering of the cursed one horde and then continue. “Coupled with the fact that they gather into a horde and try to overcome their prey and since you said that you ran too many places and they always find you. This means they have more patience to invest in the prolonged hunt than many humans. And if we look at the fact that your entire caravan can’t even make all of them satisfied. I think they are hunting you not because of some stupid reason like hungry or obsessed with some prey that couldn’t even make them sate their h

Third Person’s POV; “But Alpha I heard that two of the hunters you attacked have passed away” Matt said and Elijah's face turned white. “What are you trying to convey?” Liam asked in confusion. “I am just saying that it might happen that you just unleashed the curse upon you” Matt said looking worriedly at Elijah who cooled down his features making his face expressionless. “Curse? Bullshit! Those were supernatural hunters! Not some teenagers who went fishing and big bad wolf ate them! They were not innocent Matt!” Layla said angrily banging her hand on the table.

Among the minions in the Hunt, they’d have creations designed to hunt down anyone or anything at the command of their masters and mistresses. Alrick struggled to catch his breath. His heart raced. He could taste his fear. Suddenly, a Shining One pointed to one of the Magic users. Then the Hunt collectively pounced on all the ritualists. They tore into them. Tearing them apart. Blood and gore were everywhere. Gods, it’s a slaughter. The shock from the sheer panic Alrick felt knocked him back. He fell back. The last thing he saw was a Fae monster running towards him before everything went black for him.

But then, their eyes suddenly lit up, and the murmured could be heard filled with certainty, “Surely, she's what we're waiting for,” it full with delighted, “the search is over!” “That's right, we finally have the peace!” “Hm, something is off, though. It seem she's...lost?” That, followed with the gasped, struck Mariya to confussion. “That's right, something is off. Arissa, what do you think is happening?” “Hm, by the looks of thing,” a short paused before the voice become so serious, “it's a curse. I could smell blood everywhere. Something is happening!”

"What are you saying?" Magnus pulls a small black feather from his pocket. The same kind of feather the assassin left in Lyra's room. "They have already marked her," he whispers. "The hunters do not kill with knives or poison. They kill with the curse. The same curse that took Elara. And Mira. And Sera." My blood turns to ice. "You are saying the curse is not a curse?" "I am saying the curse is a hunt." Magnus closes his eyes. "And the hunt has already begun."

Their voices became distant and I didn’t know why I listened to them. Now for the main purpose of my research. I wanted to see what kind of curse I attracted again. If she saw things differently, maybe she could curse unconsciously. Wherever she went, my eyes followed. Each movement she did, I was aware of it to a great extent. I have been fighting myself to not visit her for her body. What was it if it wasn’t a curse? I was a redcursed and it was obvious when the curse wanted to get ahold of me, the pounding of my heart raced against time, blood rushed in my veins, my vision became blurry, only focusing on my prey, all the symptoms were of a curse. When I saw her all those symptoms resurged

I had almost forgotten about the curse until Hera announced Hazel’s plan of arriving here for me. I immediately panicked, not knowing how to ward her off me. “I’m sure the curse was a hoax. You haven’t shifted into a Grypwolf even once, Stav,” said Leandros. Zephyrus shook his head, his eyebrows drawn together as he watched me. “These shamans are powerful. Their curses work. Stav will turn into a Grypwolf only in Hazel’s presence when he wants to claim her.” My heart constricted with fear. No, I couldn’t afford to accept Hazel as my mate. I couldn’t claim her.

She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day. She spent the rest of her life teaching people martial art and the way of the sword. It was not to be taken lightly. Most warriors in her times hunted and killed the cursed but their pact demons easily picked another host. That has been happening and has transcended through time, till now. Even Kagami was killed by the sword, although he died his pact demon was now on the living world searching for another living host to exploit. "It's now your time son, to end the race of the cursed"; Yahiko voiced out with a soft smile creeping on his lip.