Curse Synonym Novels & Stories

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."

Layla mumbled. "The curse has been broken, Layla," he managed through labored breath. "We did it and now you can go back to your normal life." He lifted his shaking hand and brushed her hair from her shoulder, the gesture making her lip quiver. "But what about you?" she whimpered. "You have to come back with me." "Layla," Atreus said in a soothing yet hoarse voice, "you know that I can't." "No," Layla muttered, holding his hands tightly. "Please don't leave me again. The curse is broken now, we can finally be together," she managed to choke out desperately.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 The shift is instantaneous and total. One moment, Corvin is standing in the shadows; the next, he is an ancient, predatory force that makes the very foundation of the house seem to tremble. This isn’t just anger; it is the awakening of something dominant for centuries, a hunger and a hatred fused into a single, lethal intent.

He knew she was in such a torturous unknown. "I know there's a way to reverse this, there's even medicine for death." She said it at last. "And then we would do what? Are we going to sit idly by and watch her die like Delfine died? Going crazy and slowly falling ill, becoming part of that graveyard of souls?" "I know that okay?! I also want to break the curse of the Carmesim, we can find the demon with whom the covenant was made, there was salvation once, there may be again."

Turning to the person, my heart pounds against my chest heavily with heavy shock and surprise. "Mother…!" I called out gently. A smile processed through her face, "daughter… I don't know if we could actually meet here one day," she said. I don't really understand what she is trying to say, but I know she is trying to communicate something vital. "Mother…. I have missed you," I said trying to go inside her arms. She slapped my hand and looked at me with smiles on her face, "daughter… you must break the curse before it's too late," she said.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

"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?"

“How possible it is to be in a situation that may danger the world? I think you're right...” “Of course, I'm always right!” She confidently look back to the top of the mountain, smile broke out with wickedness. “My fellow Priestess never learn their lesson, dispatching my noble sisters in this bizzare place. If not for the reason that it is so dangerous for them, don't you think I'll agree for this nonsense?” “Nonsense,” it chuckled this time, the unseen companion that this woman have ever have. “That's the term for your kind.”

The town is surrounded, and upon the sight of the Mountain slolwy embrace by the destructive wind, the hellish reach the heaven! The seductive woman fell silent and look up to meet the heaven bless. Her laughter have long died down, and she reveal the hopeful expression upon the melancholy in her white eyes. Her skin of dark slowly regain the color, and the white figure she once been slowly come to a sight. “A century curse, huh,” she whisper seriously. There's tears brimming in her eyes and is hard to ever make out. But the way it shone, the tears evaporate like never there before. She groaned in her seductive voice, “Whatever. This century of disappointment will surely comes to its end!”

With a voice that no one could hear, Evan murmured, "Lyra, you're the only woman I'd ever marry. May this bouquet of roses stand in for you as you accompany me to complete this act." I was standing right beside Evan the whole time. All I wanted to do right now was kiss him. I knew he had to have been holding in a great deal of pain and pressure inside of him, a level of suffering that an ordinary person wouldn't be able to understand. Thankfully, this was all about to come to an end soon. Carmen stood beside Evan. When the officiator declared that the groom could now kiss the bride, Evan leaned in, but he avoided Carmen's lips. Instead, he said into her ear, "Do you think I'll marry a ruthle