Cursed Blessing Novels & Stories

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

he asserted, then ended the call. He glanced at me and commented, “Salem mentioned that a witch was involved. Please explain so I can know what curse or spell might have been placed upon you.” Wringing my hands, I told him about Willow. “She said her mother was a Goddess called Carrotwin or something,” I mumbled, causing him to chuckle. “It's Cerridwen, dear,” Sin stated with a smirk, then added, “You will be spell-free since nothing she does will affect a child of mine.”

Their leg was caught in a bear trap and was shredded all the way to the bone from all the twisting and moving during their transformation. “It’s time, Zira. Come bag your first wolf.” Her father stepped forward and handed her the pistol he always kept on his hip. He pulled the chamber back exposing the shiny silver bullet in the chamber. Before shoving it into her shaking hands. A million questions went through her mind but she couldn’t say a word.

I uttered “Yes I am, Your Highness, and this is the reason why my People tremble before you. Your blessing has never been recorded before but as a curse, it has, as the bearers of two wolves from ages past were recorded to have been killed by that very predicament. But here you are, alive and active.” Zitumi said. “For you, the curse has been made a blessing.” “But how do you know this? How do you know me?” I asked her pressingly. I mean, I just got here and even though the news that I had been cursed got out, no one exactly knew of the details. But here I was, being taught my own eulogy.

I had to save the hero everyone liked; the hero who refused to love me. ‘A curse is any expressed wish that brought misfortune or some form of adversity attached to an object, a person or a land. Naturally, a curse can’t be controlled or broken by simple means because to exist it relied on a host’s vitality, as long as the cursed lived, the curse would never fade away. However, there is a way to make it fade away; only the High Priestess or someone with similar rank in the world can use the power to break curses. Talking about the High Priestess, she is a mystery. Since the last one sacrificed herself for humanity, the world was cursed with the fact no one appeared holding the title for cent

The way my chest had tightened when I woke. When I finished, silence settled between us, thick but not uncomfortable. Then the seer laughed. Not cruelly. Not mockingly but warmly. “Oh, child,” she said, shaking her head. “You worry too much.” My shoulders sagged with relief before she even finished speaking. “So… it’s not bad?” “Not at all,” she replied. “It is not a curse. It is not a warning of loss.” She leaned forward, eyes glowing faintly. “It is the birth of blessings,” she said. “But blessings rarely come without a price. Evil must often die so that good may live freely.”

However, Chiri had never blessed a weapon before, even when she was a Day Guardian, and this new power she had acquired was still too unstable and unknown for her to vest any degree of certainty in terms of volatility. Afterall, although the bond had been termed a ‘blessing’ by the Alliance, in actuality it was a curse. Renamed, due to the implied wicked connotations that surrounded curses. Blessings could be as strong or as weak as the caster and often required some sort of exchange to be made. Objects not quite as strenuous as people to curse, it was still taxing on a mage’s magic to create one of substantial strength and endurance. Exerting her magic as far as her limiters would allow, Ch

You are qualified as a Primordial Evil, an enemy of all life and death, a being of aberrant proportions that has set the Galaxy into a crisis! Special Effect: Instill automatic fear in all beings who are not your direct subordinates or are qualified as allies or family. Your Stat Growth and cultivation speed are hastened by 200%. "I see- Eh? Wait, it comes with benefits?" What?! How could it be possible for a Curse to include benefits! Chaos was perplexed. It seemed that… something was wrong with this Curse. Did… Was the curse badly done? Or… maybe something else happened? Or being so evil makes you grow stronger faster? It was truly a mystery!