Cursed Audiobook Novelas e Histórias

Just silence and day and night. I let out a frustrated sigh, dragging my gaze back to the ancient, leather-bound book sprawled open on the table. The BLOOD CURSE. The pages were yellowed, the ink faded in some places, but it was the only thing that made sense right now. Everything in this damned place was chaos, but the curse? The curse was real. And it was the first time I’d come across something that actually related to what had been happening to me. To why I was still here. The more I read, the more I am made to believe I killed Kael.

he gives me a smile that looks an awful lot like a smirk before continuing. He just keeps making me want to end his miserable existence. I don’t know why he is still part of the council because the whole werewolf packs know he is no good. “Situation with your wolf,” he says as though he was trying to find the most respectful way to say it. I used to be the cursed alpha but now I’ve heard the new title I’ve received is the mad alpha because I am apparently going crazy. “What about it?” I didn’t spend almost three hundred years with these men to not know how to deal with them intentionally trying to get a rise out of me.

he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse with defiance. But deep down, he knew it was already too late. The curse had already made its mark. He could feel the changes happening beneath his skin, the shift in his bones, the way his senses were becoming heightened, and the overwhelming power that pulsed through his veins. With a sudden, violent surge of energy, Ryder’s body jerked, and he cried out in agony. His back arched, and his vision swam as the curse tore through him like a wildfire, burning through every nerve ending. His muscles expanded with unnatural speed, his veins glowing a sickly green beneath his skin.

I said, “I`ll leave you alone he comes, don’t worry.” The mystery voice was taking too long and I didn't wanna be with the cruel man any longer. We weren't even communicating. By the time I upped and left, he called me to sit with him. How are you? You said no word in the last half an hour. “Where did you get that book?” “Someone recommended I read it, but apparently it misses some pages.” “That’s how they do it.” he said, “The book is cursed, once you read it you belong to the group.”

"Good morning, Ms. Ahri Hauntsen." Ahri smiled and replied, "Good morning children, today is my last day as your volunteer teacher. I have prepared a good story for you." The children clapped their hands while going back to their seats. Ahri opened the book entitled Peculiar Morass. She cleared her throat before starting to narrate. "Once upon a time there were two people who were cursed to hate each other. They are bound to be reincarnated again and again." "Why are they cursed, anyway?" The kid with a pigtail interrupted.

“I’m afraid Imara may not be so easy. Ben at least understands that his life isn’t correct. He knows he doesn’t belong in Savannah among all this opulence. Imara won’t even acknowledge that something is amiss. She’s not concerned at all that it isn’t the 1890’s anymore and she won’t see the ring on her finger or the mark on her neck. Her denial is endless.” Jasper scratched his head, messing up his dark curly hair. He pushed himself back in his chair and crossed his leg on top of his knee. “I haven’t seen this curse in a lot of years. There’s almost no information on it. I have researchers working in the library as we speak. Don’t worry, Thorin, we’re going to get this thing straightened out

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

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.

I press a hand there like I can hold my heart together by force. “The Lyovles’ choice determines the speed, not the outcome.” “All beings gone, only to be saved when a single generation who bears the curse is wiped out.” I slam the book shut. The sound echoes too loud in the room. “No,” I whisper again, shaking my head. “No, no, no.” The rumors can't be right! How am I a curse? I've never had any curse like feeling. How would someone cursed behave? Do they constantly take hidden stashes of candies and find Ethics classes boring?

Before she could speak, the intercom crackled overhead, followed by a voice so clear and mechanical it made her blood run cold… [ Welcome to the Trial of Seven Sins, Cursed Ones. [ You are passengers of the Avarra Line. ] [ Destination: The First Trial. ] [ Your estimated time of arrival is 15 minutes and 30 seconds. Survive all seven trials, and your curse shall be lifted. Fail, and your soul shall burn forever. ] Farrah’s throat went dry. “This isn’t real.” “Everyone says that…” Shane murmured. “Until the first one dies.” Something in his tone made her skin crawl. “What are you talking about? First what?”