Novel & Cerita Curse

Why aren’t they working the way they are supposed to? I taste blood on my tongue from where I’ve been biting too hard in my lower lip. My magic power is running out. If I don’t want to resort to that, I need to finish this now! “Curse of poison. Curse of rot. Curse of internal bleeding. Curse of broken bones. Curse of pain…” I mutter so quickly under my breath that it becomes a reflex action. I keep going until I am sure he is dead then I stop.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons o

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

I pondered aloud, more to myself than to Cameryn. She hesitated before responding, "Curses are born out of grudges or vendettas. It could be a long-forgotten feud, revenge, or even a misunderstanding. But the fact remains that this isn't a natural disease; it's a curse but the good thing about curses is that they can be broken."

"He carved it on you too?" "He called it a loyalty curse." "It's not a loyalty curse." Brenn's voice spread through the room, not louder, but steadier—like a spring that had been compressed too long slowly releasing its tension. "It's a detonation curse. You betray him—you blow up from the inside." Lane crouched where he was, fingers on his knees, not moving. Moonlight fell through the vent, laying a thin white strip across the floor, a silver dividing line between them.

He stumbles back, gaping at me. "What are you doing?" I snap. "I'm sorry. I'm out of my mind." He turns away, digging his hands into his hair. "You are," I gasp back, unable to reign back my surprise. "Don't forget, Carran, the curse still runs rampant. You failed your end of the deal, and the fact that you think it's okay to come in here and declare attraction for me is insane." "We are resolving the curse issue," he assures me, although him and I both know he is lying. "We will figure it out shortly, but trust me, Sire being back would cause more problems then it would fix."

Braylon’s pride was beginning to get hurt, he was resisting the curse words that were about to pile up inside him. Grandma Aubrey could hear him if he had cursed in his mind and that would only make things get worse. Imogen on the other side was smirking and ready to see his pride get hurt. She was waiting for him to say the word and use it against him till her time in the mansion elapses.

I threw myself in front of the television in an attempt to block it from view. "Don't watch it, Evan! I'm begging you, please! Look away!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, but it was no use. Evan's reddened eyes were fixed on the television screen. "Shut up!" Evan rushed at the television and punched it. Instantly, the screen turned dark, and the glass fragments left cuts on his hands. Using his bloodied hands, he grabbed Carmen by the throat and pressed her against the dining table.

"What the hell did I just see?" "You’ve really pissed someone off, luna." Rome responded, pursing his lips. "You’ve got a rather strong curse on you." "Curse?" I repeated, not sure if I believed what he said. "And what kind of curse is it?" "It is a Vindicta curse." Rome explained. "It seems that you’ve done something to highly offend the caster." "I mean, that is a possibility." I agreed. After all, my past was marred with lots of death and hate. "But if I do have such a curse on me, how do I get rid of it?"