Batman Cursing Novels & Stories

“Either way that crazy bastard must’ve brought me here to torment me to death, didn’t he!? It’s all that bastard’s fault! Why does he have to restrain me with this mark? What’s the point of living like this, so why would that matter if I chose to leave this fuckin’ hell!?” “What? Did you just…cuss at Master Blackwell?” Rolling her orbs with utmost disbelief, when that woman inquired me in a stern pitch, I snarled back at her deliberately forgetting all the fear which was succumbing me until now, “Yes, I fuckin’ did! And do you know what, I will curse him again! That fuckin’ piece of jerk turned my life into a fuckin’ hell since yesterday!

Maybe my pain and anger could do something. I sat up suddenly, my hands trembling with fury, repeating the words through gritted teeth. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die. I curse them all.” The room felt charged, like the air around me had thickened, but I didn’t know if it was just the intensity of my emotions or something else entirely. Could I really curse them? Could my pain, my rage, actually do something to stop this? I repeated it again, louder this time, as if willing the universe to hear me. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die.”

The captain's smile was chilling, his words dripping with disdain. "The curse is your destiny," Captain Marcus Drago declared. "Some fates cannot be escaped." His confidence was unnerving, a poison that threatened to seep into their minds. But Amelia refused to let it take hold. She glanced at Gabriel, at Lucas, saw the fire in their eyes. They were not beaten, not yet.

he moved, circling the man who came prepared to attack him with a stick. "But I'm set ablaze by the momentary smudge your feeble fingers made on my skin." His anger stiffened, as his fallowed brows furried. "But I'm a bit optimistic right now, and I'll let this mistake slide." He looked away, and sloppily scanned through the speculating horde–armed and edgy. "Don't make me break your spine." He shot the bat man a petrifying stare. "Get the fuck outta here, before we show you real trouble."

they walk close to her, I stand up "That was a nice shot, I felt that in my guts" the men panic and began to step back "Who-what are you?" I move closer to them as fast as the speed of light I say with a batman's voice "Am batman" I push both of them against a wall

“How is it being disrespectful if I’m pointing out the truth?” Seriously? How thick-headed is this guy? I glare up at Alex, but he doesn’t even seem to understand that I’m mad. He just keeps studying my face with that questioning look on his own, and I growl. “You’re such a...” I don’t dare to call him an idiot, so I shyly mumble, “Pain in the butt..” Alex snorts. “Is that the best curse you got?” “Ape.” “Really?” he challenges with a smirk. “Didn’t the werewolves teach you how to cuss?”

“I curse you. If you have gotten on a plane, may the plane crash, if you have gotten on a ship, may the ship sink, if you have gotten on a bus, may you get into an accident! I curse you to a miserable death!” Warren got more furious as he cursed Caleb. He picked up the glass on the table and smashed it on the ground, venting all his dissatisfaction.

He’s still standing. And he did what he came to do. As he pushes himself up, legs barely holding, the words slip out of him like a curse: “Fucking Lycans.” He spits the blood from his mouth and limps out of the chamber, not bothering to look back.

"The curse couldn't be lifted—she knew she was going to die all along. And the first thing she did was to go home to inform all of you. "When the curse hit during the day, her chest would feel as if it were being ripped apart. She'd go completely pale and start coughing up blood. You're her family—how could you not notice something was wrong?" Alina's calm and detached words felt like knives going straight to Kent's heart. He continued to mutter, "So back then… The time when Emma fell—" That was right—Kent saw how the curse hit me. He almost helped me up from the floor then, but ended up choosing to believe Natali.

The liquid dripped heavily from Jules Moon’s chin, ruining his designer shirt. He let out an outraged roar, aggressively wiping the sticky alcohol from his eyes. "You crazy bitch! How dare you throw that on me?! Do you have any idea who the hell I am?!" He spat out a string of vile curses, his face contorting with absolute rage.