3 Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

demon man? "Well, you see, you're a human. If it had been opened by a witch, I would have been totally free but they had no plans of letting that happen, but they knew I would come up with something. Some other being. Humans. And so they put a curse on the spell that if it's being opened by a human, I'd be cursed to be stuck almost powerless with him or her." "Almost powerless?" She couldn't help but mark out that phrase. What did he mean by that?

"Thank you so much, Mr. Winston. Please read it to us." Chuckling, Winston began to read, "A blood curse binds them. Red blood, whether still or alive, will only be separated by the magic of the blue-blooded and white-haired ones. Death by time is nullified until the magic is lifted. The black sky ritual can only be revived by a mortal girl." Frowning, Triana turned to Vlador and saw him staring at the floor. From his expression, she suspected something was wrong. "That... sounds strange. I’m afraid I don’t understand." Triana said.

Urrale stopped pacing to look at the elder who spoke. “What is an Endless curse I have never heard of this curse, and I completed the entire spell so why is this curse happening to me?” Urrale asked in confusion. Another Elder smiled, “The Endless curse causes the person who uses that particular spell to suffer for all eternity, your body will rot. You will have to use your power to regenerate, because soon you won’t be able to move without something falling off. It was designed to give you the power you seek, but also curse because of your greed. Soon you will only be able to use your power to keep your body from falling apart.” The elder said, sitting back down unafraid. Urrale’s eyes wid

It was the mateless curse that Preston had told me about, so it was true that they were affected by the mateless curse. The mateless curse was one of the few curses that were generational, if a solve was cursed with the mateless curse, it would affect their entire lineage and the only person who could break the curse was the person who cursed them, if the person died, the curse can never be broken, it was one of the cruelest things to curse a wolf with. I was reading through the book, when I started hearing footsteps, walking towards the study, I hurriedly placed the book back in the process, and I mistakenly knocked some files off the table.

"What happened?" He didn't know? "You don't know?" I asked looking up at him again. "You keep confusing me Aria." He said. "Is there anything else that I should know?" I couldn't bring myself to speak about the curse to him. "Aria, tell me." He said. "Why don't I know?" He wasn't joking with me. His expression said all there was to be said. "A curse." I said. "A curse of infertility on the female offsprings of the Nightfang alphas."

I responded, my voice breaking from the fear i felt inside. “That’s not enough reason,Giselle! We didn’t marry because we loved eachother!” He retorted sharply. “But I grew to love you these three years,Julian and what have I gotten in return? Nothing! Nothing but pure pain!” I spilled out. The pain in my heart was unbearable. “Says the one who cheated on her wedding anniversary night!”, he barked back, standing back on him feet. My stomach clenched at his response. If really he had loved me these three years, this was the time to spill it out but instead he was being so unforgiving ,reminding me of something I knew nothing about.

"She recognized it. The way you recognize a sound you've heard in a nightmare before you're fully awake." Lirien looked at me for a long moment. Then she leaned forward. "The Unmaking is old," she said. "Older than the kingdoms. Older than the packs. Built by the original enemies of the First Moon bloodline during a war that predates everything you know about supernatural history." Her voice dropped lower. "It is not a poison. Not a spell. Not anything you can guard against with warriors or walls or locked doors." "Then what is it?" "A curse," she replied. "Designed to travel through the one thing no living creature can defend against, by the one who has been given back their name."

The breaking conditions are listed in the old language, which I read slowly because my Creole is research-level rather than fluent, and I translate as I go, and what I find is three conditions, each more specific than what Helena told me yesterday. The first is the caster's forgiveness, complete and unconditional. The second is the fortune's renunciation, which the grimoire describes as a voluntary, permanent relinquishing of all Sterling assets by the heir, done without expectation of reward or return. The third is listed in language that I have to read three times before I am certain I am reading it correctly. A sacrifice most valued. That which the cursed person holds above all else, offe

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.