Novel & Cerita Cursed By A Gypsy

My hands slam into the table again as I stare at my father, tears swelling in my eyes. “Rhys did not touch me! I swear on my life, father! Marrianne just got jealous when the man invited me to dance instead of her-” I try to explain myself, but my father was not having any of this. “Father Cassimir was kind enough to overlook such terrible rumors! I don’t think anyone else would ever do that for you, Nesta! You’ve already caused a small riot at the last sermon, when you dared to stand up and - !” My father’s voice grows loud and he sharply pauses, letting out a loud frustrated scowl instead of words, and I feel my heart cower and my stomach twist, nausea swelling in my abdomen, making me fee

she threatened me out of panic. “I’m sorry for making you worry, Gugu. What exactly was that?” I tried pushing Grip away but he held my back smashing me back against his body. “The portrait was cursed. It lures ghosts, evil spirits, and demons over and trap them,” she explained hugging herself in fright. I glanced back at the portrait and I could only see the happy faces of a big family, old couples, young couples holding a baby, two teens, and a toddler. “Grip?” I shook Grip but he leaned all his weight against me as he dropped his jaw on my shoulder. “What happened to him? Why is he so weak?” I narrowed my eyes at Gugu.

And this is your destiny,’’ pointed the woman. ‘’ I, Theia, as the witch of Artesia, curse you, whoever you will love, will die. And this is the punishment for your sins of killing my daughter.’’ ‘’ No…no… you can’t do this No.’’ I shouted as much as possible, but the witch and her daughter disappeared in front of my eyes right away. Where did they disappear to? What’s up with the curse? What did she say? Before I could think darkness swallowed me.

“DON’T YOU DARE SAY THAT! That you think I don’t suffer from your distance? I went with the moon goddess to a safe place...because otherwise, I might be the cause of your death...and... I don’t want to...” I try to get closer, but she raises a wall of black flames. “Nicolette...lower the wall.” “No!” “Nicolette I will be going to go through your flames anyway...so lower the wall.” “They’re not flames.” “What?” “They’re not flames. They’re cursed souls.” “Whatever they are, put them down.” “The time has come for you to return to the real world.” “No. Wait!” “I promise I’ll come back...please...don’t hurt yourself, otherwise this that I’m enduring will be for nothing.”

she butted in. “Or, they could’ve separated or something…” Nicoleta pulled her lips down and shrugged one shoulder. “He’s a Gypsy, Nic. What’s with you? And because we’re both gadzo, we don’t know if they have some kind of a divorce or something, right?” She didn’t want to give herself some hope that Harman could be a free man. After all, what was the point of leaving him then? ***

Honestly I'd spent almost everyday wishing they'd just killed me. I touched my cheek gently, moving over the pink scar below my eye. When Gerwulf had kissed me, he had burned my skin. Because of this people now started to call me 'witch kissed' , saying I was as cursed as him. Truthfully I had begun to believe so. My life had been plagued with bad luck ever since that night, only in the last moments being saved by the grace of the moon goddess and having my life spared.

(eyes full anger and tears) Grandmother : we can't stop that curse. I'm sorry. Zayn : no you all liars, I'm not going to believe your words. (Angry) Grandmother : if you don't trust that , see your wife's neck. It's started with black dot and it's increase day by day like big blackspot, then it's covered your wife's body. It's turned her Skin colour full of black. This is first step of that curse, it means darkness definitely eat your love.

The curse was alive, aware, and it was hungry for more than mere obedience. --- Kael’s voice softened, though his eyes never left hers. “You were born under the Blood Moon. That alone made you special, but you were also marked by destiny. The same deity that cursed my bloodline foresaw your arrival. Your magic, your resilience… it is intertwined with mine. The bond is not just a tether. It is prophecy. You are the one who can stabilize the curse, who can survive it where others would be consumed. And I… I am bound to ensure you endure it.”

"I'm not leaving you here forever. But right now, you're the main suspect. The brothers have their attention entirely on you. Which means they're not looking anywhere else." "When do I get out?" "Soon. A few more days. Once the real show begins, you'll be released. I promise." Garrick didn't look convinced. "What real show?" I considered how much to tell him. Decided he deserved to know what his sacrifice had bought. "The girl is carrying a curse. The triple mark." "The what?" "You really didn't pay attention in Alpha classes, did you?" I shook my head. "The triple mark is an ancient curse. Women born with it are supposed to be executed at birth. They bring destruction to everyone they bond

those where the thing popping up my head We were born cursed. Twin daughters of a she-wolf who committed the unthinkable offense, she loved a human. Carried his children. Us. When the Council found out, they branded her a traitor to the Lycan bloodline. They burned her in front of us. Said it was law. Said it was tradition.