12 Causes Of Curses Novels & Stories

"Because I found something at the Bodleian. Old texts from your time. Writings on spells, curses, witches. I have been working on them for days, trying to decipher them. And I think I have." He handed me a book, his notes marked in the margin. "I think what we felt when we kissed was not just us. It was the curse. Reacting to you. And to me." I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" He guided my eyes to the passage he had underlined and read, his voice low and steady. "It says: Only the kiss of true love, the union of fated souls, creates a ripple strong enough to shatter the curse." The words blurred. A cold that had nothing to do with the window crept up my spine. I let out a sudden, incredul

"They were relic-bound. Curse-souls, scraps of ancient battles, locked beneath the earth by the first flame-callers. But something — or someone — breached the seal." Krishna touched the talisman hidden under her cloak. "Perfera." Ignatius nodded darkly. "And once shattered, the relics don't only release the monsters. They nourish them." "On what?" she asked, although she already knew. "On emotion," Ignatius replied. "Desire. Sorrow. Resentment. The blacker it becomes within the people's hearts, the more potent the curse grows. It spreads like fire through weakness. Doubt. Fury."

“Not everyone has it, Larice. You’re fortunate to have such an Empyreal Weapon.” Fortunate … Larice snorted. “You don’t understand.” The curse alone made everybody fear her … despise her … and avoid her. The curse was why she was scared of fire, she believed, as it was the weakness of ice. She grew up lonely after Riqui died, and for what reason? Because of the curse, she was not accepted in the Dravalon Army. Because of the curse, she accidentally killed people. Because of the curse, Faran, the only person who had kept her and treated her as a daughter after Riqui, pushed her away. After that … no one ever accepted her … all because of the curse … all because of who she was. Now, how could

I demanded. “Precisely. We usually say the body dies, and the soul lives on, but with this curse, you crush the soul, leaving the body intact. It’s one of the ten Forbidden Curses that witches aren’t allowed to use because the pain is excruciating. The pain incapacitates the body, like paralyzing you, and then slowly and painfully the soul dies inside and there is nothing you can do.” she answered. “And how long does it last?” Dad asked, looking pale.

“I never thought the new Alpha King would be a curse user.” “A curse user?” I asked, confused. “What’s that?” Lily pursed her lips. “I honestly don’t know much, but he controls and owns curses. A curse is different from the magic witches use. It’s born from our emotions, and mostly from our negative feelings. They’re everywhere around us. We don’t see them, but he does. Even the forest, the ground, and the animals have curse energy. He can own it all. And judging by how the forest turned barren earlier, I can tell he’s like the King of Curses.”

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

I inquired knowing fully well that Cheryl didn't dabble in the dark arts. “Yeah, that's the one, and it was to bind a curse I got from my former pack,” she answered, and I nodded, knowing that she wasn't telling me everything. My cock had a mind of its own and seeing the sheer dress rising up on my prize all thoughts of deception vanished as I leaned over her to touch her curly covered cunt. Sliding my thick fingers through her folds at her entrance I stuck my middle finger up inside and gazed up at her face. Her walls were tight against my finger, but dry.

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.

“I don’t understand you, High Priestess.” Her eyes locked with mine, calm while my frustration boiled. “Her curse is rooted in rage and bloodline. The hatred of everyone who witnessed it. The rage of the one who marked her. And the atrocities of her father’s name. Together, they wove the curse into her very being.” I pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to process the weight of her words. “So… you’re telling me the curse was born from everyone’s rage that night, from the fact that it wasn’t under the full moon, and from her bloodline, her father’s darkness?”

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......