A Blessing And A Curse Novels & Stories

Something wrong. The Watcher isn’t just a curse. It’s a witness. And it’s watching me.

I uttered “Yes I am, Your Highness, and this is the reason why my People tremble before you. Your blessing has never been recorded before but as a curse, it has, as the bearers of two wolves from ages past were recorded to have been killed by that very predicament. But here you are, alive and active.” Zitumi said. “For you, the curse has been made a blessing.” “But how do you know this? How do you know me?” I asked her pressingly. I mean, I just got here and even though the news that I had been cursed got out, no one exactly knew of the details. But here I was, being taught my own eulogy.

Jenna turned around to look at Sebastian and asked with a smile, "Why did you bring me here?" Sebastian took off his sunglasses and looked at her intently. "I heard that looking at the sea is the best way to heal when you're upset. You love passionately, but it's not because of him. It's because that's just the kind of person you are. So, you must love yourself the most. Believe that someone will one day love you wholeheartedly and sincerely."

It would be better to die quickly, than to face the full wrath of a ruthless prince. “When did you receive your Master’s blessing” Abe continued with his questioning? What the two men were describing was termed as a ‘blessing’. It was the ability of higher entities and stronger wielders to pass some of their power to lower lifeforms or weaker wielders. It came at a great cost. Firstly, those who were ‘blessed’ would be inherently weaker than others of the same level.

she asks, voice thin. “To remind you you’re not alone.” My smile is sharp, humorless. “Even if the others abandon you, the shadows won’t. And neither will I.” Her throat works. “You make it sound like a curse.” “It is.” I brush my fingers against her hand, letting the cold of me slip beneath her skin like ink. “But sometimes curses are safer than blessings.” The storm howls outside. The shadows hum in approval, though it tastes like hunger. She stares at me as if she can’t decide whether I’m salvation or damnation. The truth, of course, is both.

The Seer’s prophecy had not been a curse after all. It was a gift.

"Well couldn't that be called a gift?; he uttered furrowing his brows. His dad gazed up at the young teenager it seems he want to accept all that before knowing all about it "no matter how to take it, it is still a curse"; he murmured gazing down at his palm like it was his fault for giving birth to a cursed, but that wasn't what he was thinking, how would he guide his son to the right path and not letting him succumb the other way?. The reason why that woman disguised herself was to steal the ability from him so she could bring chaos easily upon the world, that was the time to prepare for that by teaching Kazuma the way of the sword.

she grinned, wickedly. “How do I get rid of it?” I asked, forcing myself to regain composure, and find some rational way out of that nonsense. “Well… you can't, that is our blessing… and a curse,” Grandma chuckled. “What do you mean a blessing and a curse?!” I was in absolute state of panic.

"This might be the answer we've been looking for" "Really? you think so?" She grinds "duh.., okay get this" she takes her tablet and clears her throat "A blessing turned into a curse, greed only comes from wanting more, this is why a human can never do the work. god". "Woah". "the one who was chosen has betrayed both man and God, as fate has had it, a curse has placed before him, one who seals this fate must battle him to the very end but know this, a huge sacrifice you have to pay".

'' I ask. ''It doesn't matter. Why do you keep viewing this marriage as though it's a curse? you have gotten the chance to lift your family out of poverty. this is not a curse, this is a blessing. '' He has the confidence to say that. He says it has though it is something he is entitled to.