Born With A Curse
  • Reads 299
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 20
  • Time 4h 15m
  • Reads 299
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 20
  • Time 4h 15m
Ongoing, First published Apr 01, 2016
Born With A Curse

I don't really know what to tell you about how I was born with this curse. Mostly because I, myself, don't even know the whole answer as to how. 

See, I was born with 5 abilities. 
1) I can see spirits
2) I can see the future and past
3) I can see auroras 
4) I can travel to limbo, the spirit world
5).......that's in a need to know basis and I'm sure 'you' don't need to know. 

Long story short, I refuse to accept these ability as 'gifts' and rather see them as a curse. But, it's not easy when the popular boy in school gets killed and seeks revenge. It's also not easy when this 'boy' comes to me for help. Problem is, I'm not interesting in solving a murder or avenging anyone's death. 

I just want to ignore this curse and continue living a normal life as possible. 

*sigh* So, why can't he just leave my alone?


©Copyright. 
Picture dose not belong to me. Credit goes to the creator of the image.
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Born With A Curse to your library and receive updates
or
#193antisocial
Content Guidelines
You may also like
The experiment. by shrosz
18 parts Complete Mature
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
Wasn't I dead? cover
Morning Star cover
The Unordinary cover
Good Luck! // Creepypasta x lucky reader cover
Must Haunt The Playboy [Editing] cover
The experiment. cover
Ended cover
Dark Passions cover
Supernatural at Kordon High cover
The Glass Man - Lila Gray Book 1 cover

Wasn't I dead?

4 parts Complete

You'd thinking dying in the hospital due to a terminal illness would mean the end of the story. Not for me though. After having months to come to terms with my incoming death I was pretty prepared for the end. To bad after dying I woke up back up a week later in my grave now I'm alive(sorta) with a craving for blood. To make matters worst apparently my existence is illegal as hell according to supernatural law. Now I got a pissed off supernatural council mad at me for just existing! Lucky for me it turns out I unknowingly made a quite a few super natural friends while I was human . All willing to help and vouch for me. But this transition is a rough one and it turns out I may more powerful than I should be.