Birth Is A Curse And Existence Is A Prison Novels & Stories

“Even if she was a beast… did that give you the right to kill her?!” The words felt ugly in my mouth, but I spat them anyway. “I’m a beast too!” I whispered bitterly. “And.. I’ve been living in hell with it everyday, suffering for a fate I didn’t choose... Yet…I’m still alive. Shouldn’t I have been killed too?!” I caught Aria glancing my way, arrogance drained from her face. “She’s cursed too?” she muttered like she was trying to piece a puzzle together. “Gods…” My scream shook with agony. “We didn’t choose this! We didn’t ask to be born this way! She didn’t choose it! She didn't have to die for a life that wasn't hers!”

The beating of his unborn child’s heart taunting me with its faint thumps. I cursed a foetus… Their child will be born with a blood curse that will do who fucking knows what to them and it's my fault. If I had just pulled my head out of my ass sooner none of this would have happened and the worst part is I can’t reverse it. I can remove Oshmin’s curse because he was the subject of it. I placed the curse on him so removing it is simple. But I can’t reverse it from every sanguidae in the world or from his child because it’s tied to their very beings. It’s now a fundamental part of their DNA, they can’t exist without it. It’s the nature of all existence, you can’t mess with the universe and not

They can experience everything life has to offer, without people watching over them every minute of every day. Freedom is supposed to be the best part about Green Ridge. We welcome all supernaturals that are honest and trustworthy. Everyone here is free to build a life for themselves where they can thrive and be the best version of themselves. Except for me, apparently. I can’t even be free to move out on my own and discover who I truly am.

“Including you to, your existence brought a curse to me. On this day, I suffered hell to give birth to you. I was very young at that time and my womb was not well developed yet I was forced to give birth to you! The pain and agony I went through at the time is all because of you. I should have aborted you when I was given the chance to!” Ray held himself from bursting into laughter. So, this was why they had called him from work, to let him know that his existence was a curse? What a good way to ruin his day. “So, you are saying you did me a favor by giving birth to me? ” Ray halted in his statement, took a knife from the shelf and cut his flesh deep. Blood rushed through it and on his arms

What she doesn't know is that I can identify a virgin, and this fat woman has never been touched by any man. I must admit her body doesn't look too bad, but I feel no attraction. However, I signed that contract and gained my freedom. I'll go out as I please and have fun with other women, despite being stuck with her. Who knows, maybe I'll make an heir with some ordinary woman who can endure the curse. If a woman gets pregnant with me, she needs special care because she's human. Or maybe the baby transmits a curse to her, and they both die. The so-called curse of the black soul: as the baby grows, the woman's skin darkens, and her veins start resembling roots drawing on her body. When the bab

"Yeah... not what you were expecting. I was born with this god forsaken curse. It has to be a curse. I can't see it no other way. I was born to a mother who loved me with her whole life, just for her to die. My father was stripped from our lives, even before he knew I existed or that my mother was his mate. When I finally meet said father, barely 2 weeks went by before someone tried to murder me. For 7 years, I was ostracized and tormented because of the whims of an insecure woman who thought she had to fight with a child. Who insisted that I be made the whipping post of the pack. I had to be ignored by those who loved me, almost killed by my own father... with his own hands. Then almost suc

Baby came crying, our curse alive. No regrets. Bred and bound eternal.

We had run out of time. And we were here, unprepared, unprotected, and undeniably counting down the days until Brian wasn't Brian anymore. Rage, strong and instinctive, grew within me; this curse had no right, the moon goddess had no right. Even Brian had no fucking right. My baby had to live… somehow.

I was done fighting back. I was done wishing for happiness. I was done with life and everything I ever believed in. I did not know what it was but I felt like my life was cursed. I must have committed a heinous sin in my past life to suffer so much in this one. But still, never in the past have I ever had the urge to give up. I had always hoped for a good future for myself. But at this very moment, I knew I had none in my destiny. I was born to suffer. And I knew I would die the same way.

It was mine to do because I was the product of her night in hell. But that was before those three little faces so like mine existed. Before the mother who bore them came back to me. Could I let one of my babies live the way I have? Could I set one or more of them on a vengeful course to avenge some wrong done to me? Can I bear for them to live with the me that would emerge after I have his blood on my hands? With me being the way I am, believing the things I do, I know it would be hard for me to live as a whole person, knowing that I had my father's blood on my hands.