Curse Rune Novels & Stories

Every one of them. He gasped for air. It was more than a getaway. It was a massacre. Anger shot through me, blurring my vision with a red haze. With a vengeance, the memories and old hurts I had buried for years sprang to the surface. "How?" I growled. The warrior shook under my scowl and said, "We don't know." There were no survivors and no indications of who had assisted her. However, the runes were broken. She appears to have broken them herself. Not possible. Long before I came to power, elders fashioned those runes.

"By the power of the ancient ones, by the blood of our ancestors, we curse the pack of the ruthless Alpha Rune. May their strength wither, their bonds shatter, and their future be consumed by darkness. Let their arrogance be their downfall, and let their suffering be endless." The other witches joined in, their voices intertwining with Elysia's as the curse took form. The air in the room crackled with energy, and the cauldron bubbled with a malevolent force. The curse was a living thing, infused with the hatred and wrath of the entire coven. "When the packs begin to break their alliances, Rune will know he is cursed," Morgana said, her voice laced with satisfaction. "He will watch everything

"What's the meaning of your prophecy, Caden? You've caused unnecessary distress." Caden, seemingly unfazed, responded cryptically. "Prophecies are not always what they seem." Rune, frustration evident in her voice, pressed for clarity. "What did you see, Caden? Why would you declare a curse that seems to have lifted?" Rune, frustration evident in her voice, pressed for clarity. "What did you see, Caden? Why would you declare a curse that seems to have lifted?" Kane, his patience wearing thin, issued a stern warning. "Stay out of our lives, Caden. Your interference ends here."

she bitterly smiled, “so my desire is my origin. What's with my parents, the ancestors, the ancient? What cause this suffering in my heart when I'm only want is live?” Her expression change greatly as she added, “Do I deserve it?” “Nonsense!” The voice vibrated, and the white fragment cause her pupils to shrink. “No one deserve such a thing. The curse is a price from the ancient, and it's nothing personal, lady.” Nuahanna shook violently. The white fragment came to her mind, causing her mind to spun. The way it spun, it revive the emotions in the deepest of her soul! Creeching, splashing and banging sounds filled her mind. Then the images so bright it daze her, and she vibrated herself. Her

I’m anticipating the moon reaching the centre of the sky, even though I’m aware of what unleashes the curse. “What’s more dangerous, the curse, or him?” She laughs softly to herself, although there’s an edge to it. “Depends how spiteful he is toward the Alpha and the Pack who spelled him in the ground in the first place.” Thumbing through the pages, she doesn’t look up at me. “The Pack we are part of, by the way,” she adds. “I’d be pissed.” The merciful thing would have been to kill him, although Hazel suggests it’s almost impossible. Plus, Alpha’s are spiteful, arrogant creatures.

He started to reach out to the black runes that surrounded the soul. The runes started to attach themselves to Wilbur's spirit energy after fighting back, and they started to engulf his spirit energy. Wilbur moved out to Jace's consciousness like a retreating wave. The curse followed his spirit energy and attached themselves to his Soul Tree. They started to emit gray mists to engulf his soul. However, Wilbur's Soul Tree was immaculate. His soul flame was also burning constantly. It was an intermediate curse, so it barely had any effect on Wilbur.

It all crashed down on me at once. I collapsed onto my bed as the curse started its nightly torment. But tonight was different. Tonight, the pain was more intense than it had ever been before. It felt like something was trying to claw its way out of my chest from the inside. I gritted my teeth and tried to breathe through it, but every breath felt like fire in my lungs. My vision started to blur, and sweat poured down my face despite the cool air in the room. The curse felt like it was about to tear me apart from the inside out. My demon side was restless, angry, and it wanted out. It wanted to find Lucan and tear him apart for taking Serena. It wanted to make everything right through violen

Still, Kael pushed harder. He could feel her—Elara’s light buried deep inside him, soft and steady, like a heartbeat that wasn’t his. The last gift she had left behind. It pulsed weakly in rhythm with his own, guiding him. “I can do this,” he muttered, eyes blazing with tears and rage. “With you, I can do this.” The air shimmered. The red glow of the curse began to fracture, cracks spreading across his chest like shattered glass. The runes screamed, ancient and furious, but Kael screamed louder.

It screamed as it broke, harmless sparks falling like cursed snow. She kept coming. Screaming. And she raised that cursed rune-arm to strike— But I was done playing. I spun, pulled the wind tighter than a whip, and slashed upward. THWACK. Her cursed arm severed clean at the elbow. She froze mid-lunge. Stared in disbelief as her own corrupted limb hit the floor with a sickening wet slap, still twitching, still glowing— —and then the rune screamed. Not Lana. The arm. It let out a horrible shriek as it burned on its own, black fire consuming it from the inside out, screeching like it had been denied its final meal. The hall shook. Shadows quivered. Even the stone wept.

The rune depicted a black dragon head with some mysterious characters below it. “Is this the Imperial Jade Seal?” James looked at the floating rune. The rune was large, about twenty meters in length, and was entirely black, emitting a black light along with an extremely terrifying aura. This aura was the curse’s power. “That’s right.” The man who followed after James said, “This is the Imperial Jade Seal which I obtained by chance. I learned the unparalleled Curse Magic. Unfortunately, I was unable to control the curse. That’s how I lost my sanity.”