12 Causes Of Curses Novels & Stories

All members of the criminal organization would be in attendance that day. Lilies were Carmen's favorite flower, so her bouquet was made out of them. Yet, when the ceremony began, Carmen saw Evan standing up ahead with a bouquet of roses—my favorite flowers. Though she had a puzzled look in her eye, she continued making her way toward him. With a voice that no one could hear, Evan murmured, "Lyra, you're the only woman I'd ever marry. May this bouquet of roses stand in for you as you accompany me to complete this act."

Roman is looking at me with that watchful gaze again but this time it’s different. “Was that supposed to happen?” My breaths come out in short quick successions. “No.” “I figured.” “This isn’t going to be as easy as I thought.” “Why is that?” I ask as I button up my shirt. We’re not going to try again, right? I don’t want to feel that again. “There are five levels of curses. Beginner, intermediate, advanced, Expert and Unique.” Roman explains. “Beginner is simple, like making someone have rashes or jinxing their day. The difficulty increases the further we go up.”

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

We are curses. It soon came to Myan's turn and although he didn't say it, he knew there was a problem. If truly they were curses to the world, the problem was twice its original size. He was going to have offsprings which had been forbidden of them with special abilities after the Century-long war as a preventive measure till they found a reason why it all began - one from Wrthilda, his wife who'd furiously left him for infidelity and another from his mistress, Eveth. He slowly lifted the large, golden cup and stared at the bile that changed colours rapidly - one moment, black, and the next, volcanic red, to his lips.

"Tell me. Please." "It's nothing, Iris. I just... I... Maybe you weren't all that lucky, ending up with me." I blinked, and pulled back even more so I was sitting up while he lay underneath me. "What on earth do you mean by that?!" Cassian shrugged. "I know I'm not the best of mates. I mean...you're cursed because of me. We were cursed originally by the Moon Goddess because of me." "Wrath." "Wrath is me."

Kash says, looking up. I nod. It’s as we figured. “So, he’s the reason…” Lucia murmurs. “Wait.” Isa says, suddenly standing up. “The scriptures say, The Eternal God cursed the twins to a life of doom. What if there are two curses here and the reason it’s never been broken is that everyone overlooked one…” The room falls silent as we stare at her, and I look back at the open print of the scripture. Her words weigh heavily in the air, but the numbing truth is, she has a very good point.

"I know you know my story, however, you did not know the story in its entirety. When I was in the tribe I indeed had different ways of doing things that weren't necessarily bad, but as you know, my leader did not like it. The leader was arrogant and preferred things to be done his way. So when I started becoming more powerful on my own, he placed a curse on me, and because of the curse, I did bad things. The curse made me arrogant and ambitious too, which is why I never let anybody else rise to my level. I could never speak to anyone about the curse but I wanted someone to break it, thus I created the story. But no one could manage to resolve it until you two." The priest looked appreciative

“well, your father and I had an idea to announce before we were even trying for a child that we were expecting and a month later that we had lost the baby, which allowed us to have a baby and even if that child should be a daughter, since the world thought we had lost our first born you were our second born. We had spent countless days and nights to find out how to break the curse to only find out that Generational curses are difficult to break because they are mythologized in the family. When the original caster of a spell dies, the vast majority of the power behind that spell also dies in some but not all circumstances. This would mean that the first generation experiences the curse and po

Two doctors in surgical scrubs, speaking in low voices that suggested confidential discussion. "—finally got the consult results back on the council member's son," one was saying. "Three different curse specialists, and none of them can figure out how to break it completely." "How old is the kid?" the other asked. "Five. Can you imagine? Some bastard cursed a five-year-old with advanced blood work. The ethics alone—" "What kind of symptoms?" "Seizures, organ deterioration, magical instability. They've been managing it with temporary fixes, but without breaking the curse at its source, he's not going to make it past adolescence."

“No. They only slow it down. A curse from an immortal to another immortal is incurable, and the only way to lead to an immortal’s demise. The most water dragons can do is slow down its effect. That is, only if they give their blood willingly. If taken by force, the blood will fasten the effects of the curse.” Raven gaped at me blankly. “Why are curses so difficult to deal with?” He asked. “It’s not the curse that’s difficult to deal with. It’s the decipher of the meaning behind the curse and the words used in them. Because a curse is not just words, but the emotions and the part of the immortal’s soul that they put in those words that make them so difficult to deal with. They are like a viru