3 Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

It had been brutal, unnatural. Agatha nodded. “It wasn’t a normal death. It was a death by a dark magic called Mors Umbra,” she explained as if I didn't know what Mors Umbra was. It was a forbidden magic in my pack and only members of my pack were capable of it. That's why I was so sure her death wasn't caused by a member of my pack. It didn’t just kill; it cursed the user too, mirroring the pain and death onto them, slowly dragging them into torment.

She was aware such curses existed. Curses cast at birth were the most effective and the hardest to break, requiring many specific conditions. If cast later in life, breaking them would be much easier. Given Tracy's situation, it seemed their father had cursed them at birth to keep them from revealing any secrets or harboring rebellious thoughts. However, this was a forbidden dark art by special agencies and the Divination Association. No wonder Hugo, despite being captured, seemed so confident and unafraid. With such a curse in place, unless it was broken, even the special agents wouldn’t be able to get a word out of him.

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.

“Is there a way to break it?” I blurted out. She was quiet for a long moment. Then she said, “There might be. But it would be nearly impossible.” My heart stuttered. “What do you mean?” “These kinds of curses can only be broken by destroying the original sources of power. When your ancestor performed the ritual, they would have used three specific artifacts as conduits. These artifacts would have absorbed the dark magic and become permanently linked to the curse.”

That’s why only when the curse went into effect, did Reive see the black spider as large as life on the girl’s solar plexus. People gathered around Angelina and the necromancer. They made noise, tried to give advice and called for the healers. Reive paid them no attention. It was a matter of seconds. If he didn’t stop the curse, it would take Angelina’s life. The Undead King was rather competent at curses. In his time, he had himself created many invocations that had been almost impossible to break. It was simple just to touch a person while having a conversation and mark him with a drop of poison or saliva. Or maybe with a drop of ash or blood. After a certain time, the victim would pass on

“Where I control myself.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “This is where you came… that night?” “Yes.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Why does it happen to you…What's the beast they talk about?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s a curse. When it happens, it demands blood. The only good thing is that it makes me stronger in battle. Deadlier. But it also takes from me…eats me slowly” She stepped closer to me. “Then why did it take over when we were kissing?”

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.