12 Causes Of Curses Novels & Stories

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

Layla said softly. "Ravana's always been a cold, brutal son-of-a-b*tch," Niniane muttered, masking pain of her own with a deep swallow from her glass. "So, with Atreus out of the way, Ravana was able to continue finding the sacrifice and live through the centuries. But there was always a backdoor to Ravana's curse as it were." "Back door?" Layla asked with a raised eyebrow. "They say that every curse can be broken, it's just a matter of how. In Atreus' case, the only way he was able to wake from his cursed sleep, was to be woken by the same soul he fell in love with centuries ago."

I asked, only half joking. "Yes, actually. Look at this." He held up a vial containing a small sample of the curse residue, it glowed with that same ugly purple light I remembered from Chris's arm. "This curse was not created recently. The magical signature suggests it is at least six months old, possibly older." "Six months?" That did not make sense. "But the attacks only started a few weeks ago." "Exactly. Which means someone has been developing these curses for months, long before the attacks began. They were not created in response to your reduced power or as revenge for defeating Lydia. They were created while The Covenant still existed."

“I know that. But they’re going to give me the location of the witches I’m after. Rebeccah’s mother” She sighed heavily. “Thea was born into a long line of powerful witches. The second highest ranking in our coven.” “You knew her” I said softly and she nodded with a bitter smile. “I wasn’t from a prominent family but I’d been blessed with the same gifts as them” “Do you know why…she’d curse me?” My voice broke at the end. “There are different reasons why a curse is created. Mostly from anger and hate, but other times, we’re merely victims of our parents' crime” she looked at Leonidas as she spoke.

The water reflected the pale morning light, hiding whatever darkness it carried beneath. “Why now?” I asked, my voice low. “Why this curse, when we’re already fighting so much?” The healer’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Not all sickness is a curse. Sometimes it is punishment.” My head snapped toward him. “Punishment for what?” “For pride,” he said. “For wars fought when peace could have been chosen. For turning away from the balance the gods set.” Anger burned in me, though I couldn’t fully deny his words. “And you think one death pays for all of that?”

he whispered, “is the Curse of the First Luna.” A chill shot through me. “The… what?” He raised his eyes to meet mine—full of sorrow. “It is a curse older than the packs themselves. A curse placed upon those who rewrite destiny. Those who shift the fate written by the Moon Goddess.” I blinked at him, stunned. “I don’t understand.” He exhaled shakily. “Charlotte… every time someone alters destiny or breaks the natural path, they pay with their soul. The crescent mark… it represents the countdown.”

"It depends on how much power Seraphine pours into the curse." Olivia stepped forward, her face unusually calm despite the gravity of the situation. "There has to be a way to stop it." "There is," the witch doctor replied. "But it won't be easy." Kael's jaw tightened. "Tell us." "The curse survives on negative emotions." "Doubt." "Fear." "Suspicion." "It feeds every time either of you begins questioning the other." I frowned. "So if we refuse to let it divide us..." "It weakens." The witch doctor nodded.

"How? Won't you be in danger?" "Listen, I'm learning something from her father's Wiccan book and understanding that one's will or power cannot break curses. It is crucial when dealing with them," the King added. "Black magic and negative emotions, such as bitterness and wrath, give curses their power. You must employ something more potent to destroy them: love and light. With the power of love, a curse can be broken in various ways. There is love between sisters, parents and children, friends, etc. These multiple forms of love are all quite potent." "Ah. It's like demonstrating how strong your love and connection are for her."

And yet, there is something inside of me that is curious and wants me to get to the bottom of this. “...So you see, the Swans-” Robert’s voice fades back into existence in my mind, but I interrupt him. “Will you give me a lesson on curses?” I ask, causing him to stop his writing in its tracks, his back still turned to me. After a few long moments, Robert sets the chalk down and turns around to face me. “Ruby,” he says grimly, “curses are caused by a terribly evil form of black magic. Their history is fraught with death and gore. I’m not so positive that Lycan Atwood would be pleased with such horrors filling your young mind.”

Thinking of this, James slowly closed his eyes and accessed the long-sealed Curse Magic from Franciscus’ inheritance. According to Franciscus’ classification, the Curse Magic had a total of six extremes. The first extreme curse targeted only a single individual within its attack range, cursing living beings of the same level and summoning and controlling an evil spirit. The second extreme curse covered an area within a radius of one light-year, summoning ten evil spirits of the same cultivation base to fight together. The third extreme curse covered an area within a radius of ten light-years, summoning an evil spirit one realm higher than oneself to fight together.