3 Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

The son, actually. Kieran. Alpha of Moonveil. Coincidentally, The second man involved in the curse. Now, I just had to find her. The curse was already at work, I could feel it. But this time, I had no idea how our story would play out. That terrified me. "Alpha?" I blinked, returning to the present. One of my men looked at me expectantly. "What’s our next target?" My gaze dropped to the map. We’d been exerting pressure, pushing the hands of the large packs through sustained attacks and raids.

You'd even hurt your own brother! [If you're mentally ill, go get help! Stop hurting other people!] [The Watson heiress must be suffering from eight lifetimes of bad karma to have married you!] Phone calls from relatives on my mother's side came one after another. "Jason, how could you do this to Kyle? You've always been petty since you were young, and now you've become even more vicious!" "Just give Kyle some money as compensation and let this end." As I listened, I thought back to my childhood.

Of all the order of witches, only the Marins and two other clans had agreed, the rest refusing to pick a side. "And when the werewolves narrowly won the war, the witches abandoned to face the wrath of the vampires, Amarinth's descendants who survived the massacre began to wonder if they had made a mistake by ridding the supernatural community of the hybrids, and allying with the weaker species like their ancestor did.So they sought to undo that which they did, but could not find the elements, discovering a horrible truth instead. The cursed hybrids could wield the fire, but with dire consequences to their memory and mind. Many of the hybrids as a result did not live past their third decade,

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.”

Then there are stronger curses causing painful boils to appear on an enemies body, or cause someone to lose their memory. Then their are the more malicious ones, these can cause a woman to become infertal, or friends to turn against each other causing fights, even going so far as to cause wars. The one thing that all curses have in common is that the caster must give a sacrafice for the magic to work. Because curses are dark magic they require live sacrifices or something taken from a live creature. For example the simpler curses call for an animal heart to be taken from a deer, fox, or even a squirrel in some cases.

"What the hell did I just see?" "You’ve really pissed someone off, luna." Rome responded, pursing his lips. "You’ve got a rather strong curse on you." "Curse?" I repeated, not sure if I believed what he said. "And what kind of curse is it?" "It is a Vindicta curse." Rome explained. "It seems that you’ve done something to highly offend the caster." "I mean, that is a possibility." I agreed. After all, my past was marred with lots of death and hate. "But if I do have such a curse on me, how do I get rid of it?"

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

The beating of his unborn child’s heart taunting me with its faint thumps. I cursed a foetus… Their child will be born with a blood curse that will do who fucking knows what to them and it's my fault. If I had just pulled my head out of my ass sooner none of this would have happened and the worst part is I can’t reverse it. I can remove Oshmin’s curse because he was the subject of it. I placed the curse on him so removing it is simple. But I can’t reverse it from every sanguidae in the world or from his child because it’s tied to their very beings. It’s now a fundamental part of their DNA, they can’t exist without it. It’s the nature of all existence, you can’t mess with the universe and not

The Witch Guardian raised a hand to calm him. “Alex, please. This isn’t something that can be undone easily. Curses tied to unborn children are among the most dangerous and complex. We’ll need time to research, to find a way to undo it”. Alex’s jaw tightened, and he turned to look at Evelyn, her fragile form lying motionless on the bed. His heart shattered at the sight. “We don’t have time,” He said firmly, his voice filled with desperation. “Find a way. There has to be something we can do” Veronica stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Alex’s shoulder.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."