3 Unforgivable Curses Mga Nobela at Kwento

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

And in the seconds of his death, a pain and rage so immense exploded, cursing Alaric’s blood and all his descendants. The curse was not a planned spell. It was the scream of a shattered soul, a bomb of spiritual energy that accidentally tethered him to the bloodline of his betrayer. "A curse is a bond," the Guardian explained. "A bond that is painful for both sides. Morat is tied to Alaric’s descendants, unable to be free, constantly reminded of the betrayal. The descendants are tied to Morat, feared and eventually consumed. To break it requires a sacrifice. Not a blood sacrifice, but a sacrifice of truth."

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

"She expected me to die. But she clearly didn't expect this." "Still... why curse a man so completely?" "I don't know, but I'd hate to be her right now," I smirked. "Why?" "When a curse is repelled," I said, meeting Robbie's eyes, "it hits the original caster back threefold. And this was forbidden magic. Who knows what the consequences will be for her? The universe has a way of righting itself." Robbie stared at me, half in awe, half in disbelief. Then, without another word, he leaned his head on my shoulder and... passed out.

Even Pride could recognize a love forged in war. He then continued "If Allistair can unmake the sigil, I'll gather the others once you give the word. We start with Greed since we have already located her." Lucifer's voice had dropped to a growl. "If any of you fall, the curse tightens." “Then we don’t fall,” Caius said simply. “Pride stands.”

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.”

She died on the spot. In this life, Sally decided to switch paths early and made preparations ahead of time. So she wasn't as vicious toward me as she had been before. Even then, she still failed. Because she never expected me to uncover the truth. Sally refused to accept it. "So what if you figured it out? No one can break the curse. The only person who knew how is dead. Kyla, you're still going to die by my hand in this life." I didn't say a word. I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm.

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.

I would not beg fate. I would bend it even if it meant taking her. Even if she hated me for it. Even if she never forgave me. The curse had chosen its anchor and this time, I would not let Iris Moore walk away.

Davil grows into a giant and a tear drops. "Losing her child and womb is nothing compared to what I plan to take from her. I will take and take until she is isolation and I will have the last attack. I will break her until there is nothing left to break. An eye for the whole body part, "he grin, and I walk backwards. Davil continues, "She doesn't deserve to be happy. A curse deserves to be treated as one"