3 Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

I explained, frustrated. “Are you expecting me to undo it? You do know that the crimson witch who casted the curse in the first place is the only one who could break it, right?” River said firmly. “Crimson witches and warlocks are unique in such a way that every spell or curse they cast is tied to their very own being… to their very blood. The blood that was spilled making the curse is the only thing that could undo it,” he added.

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

“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

‘Show them who we are,’ he urged Cain. Cain growled and lowered his head. He inhaled, and the scent of blood from the dead wolf filled him, bringing to life the side of him that he kept hidden. Cain’s hunger for destruction was unparalleled. Bloodlust made his teeth ache as he launched himself into the growing circle of wolves. His bloodlust had brought him the curse, and it would be the bloodlust that would end it. He knew that now. There would be no redemption for his soul. Only a monster could make sure Layla and his child survived.

“But can you? I mean is it possible?” “You want me to break the curse?” The witch looks amused. “No one can do that, not even someone like me. Only the Gods can do that. The curse was cast using the blood of the most innocent. The elves had made preparations for it. No. Only the Gods are capable of breaking this curse. The Righs are doomed to die cruel deaths.” My hand tightens around Damien’s, fear suffocating me.

He let out in his usual deep voice feeling ecstatic remembering how helpless and vulnerable she looked last night. The memories of her cursing him entered his mind many times but all he did was scoff in the end. There is no God. And there is nothing like a curse in this world. He was confident that nothing can harm Waynes. He is Sebastian Wayne the most powerful bachelor in this country. He doesn't need to worry about such petty emotional curses. "Now it's better to leave them alone." Smith voiced out to which Sebastian nodded absent-mindedly. "Of course." He mumbled finishing his toast and taking a last sip of his coffee.

A few hours earlier… When Zephyr summoned the warlock God and stated his request, he asked for an irreversible curse. “I want to cast a curse on my stepbrother, Alpha King Alexander, so that he could never find his mate, nor could his mate sense a bond with him. This curse must persist through all his future lives,” Zephyr described with determination. “Are you absolutely certain? Once granted, this wish cannot be undone,” cautioned the Warlock God, Zythorath.

She cast a curse upon the Vakatow bloodline – a curse that would eternally intertwine their fates with demons. The curse dictated that if the firstborn of the Vakatow bloodline was male, the curse would perpetuate with each generation. However, if the firstborn was female, her soul would be tainted with the essence of a demon, creating an unholy hybrid of lycan and demon within her. And if the 20th generation of the Vakatow failed to bear a female firstborn, the curse would reach its zenith, condemning their soulmates to death.