Curse Manipulation Novels & Stories

As though it knew it was being attacked and repositioned itself accordingly. Second: the reason her aunt had been unable to cure it was that she'd been approaching it as an injury — something to be reversed or removed. But the curse wasn't an injury. It was more like a parasite, feeding on the patient's life force in a way that had become, over time, integral to the patient's metabolism. Removing it violently would kill the patient as surely as leaving it would. What was required was something more like displacement. Crowding the curse out slowly, replacing what it consumed with something the patient could sustain without it.

From the day he started to practice, he had already given up on improving his level and simply immersed himself in curses. He could plant curses on others and also use these curses to enhance himself. However, the cost was that his practice level would stop from the day he started using the curses. At this moment, the Great Augur was activating the curse on himself.

I'm going to have to live with this terrible decision. “But you’re doing it anyway.” “What would you rather I do?” I take another step closer, watching his hands, which are safely shacked against the wall. “Give me time to find another way to end the curse," he mutters. I roll my eyes. He has no idea how to stop the curse. He's as clueless about this as Hazel and I... “We don’t have time," I snap back. “There is no guarantee this will work. And what if this foolish Alpha who has entrapped me Doesn’t allow you to bring me back once I’m in the ground?” he asks, pointing to the door that Carran stands behind.

I couldn't see his face but I knew, my thundering heart could feel it was him. I tried to open my eyes until I saw the burning chapel and people panicking. What happened? I looked up at the man who was carrying me. I stared at him until my vision got clearer and I met his eyes; it was him. I held his cheeks as my .tears started falling again. I remembered everything. "I--love... you," I whispered. I felt my back on the ambulance bed. I closed my tingling eyes again as I felt dizzy. But now I remembered everything, we have been cursed.

His wolf was getting out of his hand every passing day . "Stop me from turning to monster , Marcus . Stop me . I don’t want to be demon . Please , stop . …"Marcus heard Fire’s pleading voice in his mind. He felt his hand shivering and heart beat raising , listenibg Fire's plead . The rough voice of Fire was turned to normal calm one . Marcus took deep breathes to control his anxiety , seeing the sudden change , again What is happening to Fire ? Is curse started showing its effect ? If the situation goes on getting more and more severe . Then he wouldn’t be able to control , fire more .

“What’s true?” I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling my pulse race, my body shuddering with something more than just recovery. The answer burned on my tongue. “The curse,” I whispered. He tilted his head, his brows knitting. “What about the curse?” I turned my gaze to him slowly, savoring the moment, the revelation. “It’s working. Don’t you see it? When I cursed Alpha Williams, I didn’t just weaken him. The rot curse doesn’t only drain—it transfers. I saw it and never believed it would work but it does.”

Don't get me wrong, I love my son, but I needed power, I have been unimportant for so long and this was an opportunity I would take. A small sigh left my lips, more of a whisper than a sound, as I allowed my senses to extend, to trace the currents of energy around Manny. The curse was elegant in its cruelty, wrapping itself around him like smoke, and yet it was predictable, patterned and still in it's fragile stages.

I asked myself as I met one of the sorcerer's gaze. Its face was clearly thinking that they had already won. Unlike normal magic, curses normally could not be evaded. Once activated, it will manifest in its target. The only known way to stop it is to directly enchant an anti-curse rune enchantment into the target beforehand or have an object like an artifact that was enchanted with the same buff. Unfortunately, I already used all the layered anti-curse rune enchantments last time just to get rid of that Archdeacon's curse. Chanting another layer was already too late.

He kept walking. "FIRE!" The turrets spun up. The soldiers raised their rifles. Jack raised his right hand. The Cursed Hand. He didn't use a shield. He didn't use a blast. He snapped his fingers. CLICK. The sound was small, but the effect was massive. The Curse flared. A pulse of black anti-magic rippled out. It hit the turrets. Their targeting sensors went blind. They spun wildly, firing into the ceiling, shattering the chandeliers. Glass rained down like diamonds.