Am I Cursed By God Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You heard me, dude. I killed someone the other night - a middle-aged woman. Christian, I'm not the person who you think I am. I'm a meat-eating monster." That confession was pretty hard for me, but to my surprise, Christian burst into laughter. "And what does it have to do with what happened between us that night? I didn't kill anyone, Justine." Despite his laughter, my entire face remained solemn. Not even a single muscle of my face moved while staring at him. "Everything, Chris. Everything has to do with what happened between us that night. I have had this curse since I turned eighteen. That anyone whom I kissed will die." To make it more convincing, I leaned closer to him and rubbed my l

I asked again, drawing the attention of those witches who have not gone far ahead of us. I left Kenny locked up in the castle with a promise from the white matron that we would do everything to find a cure and save him, and those other cursed ones who chose to align themselves with us. “You know, I don’t really believe there is anything like a cure for the cursed ones, they are already dead. Short of Olodumare, the supreme god and creator of all there is, no one can turn them back to normal, not even the other gods,” the white matron said.

and she stops, hesitant to say the word. “-crazy?” I finish for her. My jaw clenches and my face grows serious. She hesitates, biting her lip in worry but nods, “Was it… was it some kind of sickness that affected you all? What really happened?" A dangerous glint enters my eyes as I pull back slightly to look at her. "No," I say, my voice low and intense. "It was no sickness. It was a curse."

"Tell me. Please." "It's nothing, Iris. I just... I... Maybe you weren't all that lucky, ending up with me." I blinked, and pulled back even more so I was sitting up while he lay underneath me. "What on earth do you mean by that?!" Cassian shrugged. "I know I'm not the best of mates. I mean...you're cursed because of me. We were cursed originally by the Moon Goddess because of me." "Wrath." "Wrath is me."

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

Celeste rises, very upset. "But you're not cursed. Grandma made it up because she was upset that her son died and you were left. You look a lot like him and were a painful reminder of what she lost. That's why she sent you away and why she spread such an awful rumor." Hope swells in my chest and I can't stop it. There's a possibility I might not be cursed!

As soon as Wollongong asked about James, a look of respect appeared on Jules’ face. “You have no idea how terrifying Mr. Caden is.” He began to get lost in his memories. “A while ago, I headed to the Eidolon Sect, but I accidentally got caught up in a conspiracy and entered a Cursed World. “Do you know about curses? “It’s Curse Power. According to rumors, it is a power left by an Ancestral God during the Primeval Age. That world is filled with Curse Power.

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

"But I do know that I can't be with you." "Why not?" he demanded. I hesitated, unsure of how to explain. "I'm cursed," I said finally. "Anyone who gets too close to me ends up suffering. It's not safe for you to be with me." He scoffed at me. "Cursed? That's ridiculous. I don't believe in curses." "It's not just a superstition," I said, my voice shaking. "It's real. Everyone I've ever cared about has suffered because of me. I can't let that happen to you too."

He likes to act tough and argue, but in the end, he always gives us whatever we want. The only exception to that is if he feels like it’s too dangerous. Which apparently is everything I want to do outside of our pack or the surrounding towns. I know that I’m different. On my first birthday, the moon goddess blessed me with a unique mark on my right hip. No one knows exactly what it means. Some people think it’s a prophecy mark, and that I’m destined for some kind of greatness. Other people think the mark and my powers are a blessing for my family’s role in taking down an evil pack.