Cursed Hxh Novels & Stories

Serenity shook her head. "Just help me to break the curse." "It's not easy, the state in which you cursed him was emotionally powerful. It had hate, anger, mistrust and mourning... That curse is strong. Not to mention that it's given by one of the powerful witch..." Sabrina said and Serenity looked away in guilt. "Augustus can revive people" Serenity said. "If he kills her and revive her back then will it work... There must be some loophole in it." "Augustus can only revive those people whom he has killed... He might revive her back but there are chances that the curse won't break and if she dies out of natural causes then he can't revive her"

"The case I mentioned before, about the girl who could only mate during the full moon? I discovered she was a hybrid - part witch, part werewolf. Her condition had a clear origin." "But..." I started, then faltered. "The situation you described," she continued, her voice gentle but probing, "it doesn't seem to have an origin. At least, not one we can discern. Curses come from somewhere, but this one… seems to be an anomaly.” "But how can that be? I saw..." I caught myself, quickly adding, "I mean, my friend saw those men die. Right in front of her eyes." The priestess's gaze sharpened, her head tilting slightly. "Are you certain it was a curse that killed them? How sure are you?"

His pride cracked. His voice broke. “FUCK YOU, NEXUS!!” The cry echoed through the office, but nothing changed—except the burning now crawled into every inch of his body. It was too painful, he'd almost considered praying to the gods to smite him right there and then. But not yet. He had things to do. He needed to know what happened to the empire and the emperor he used to serve 1000 years ago. Something Selena, a mortal, could never give him answers, but then again... fuck fate and its stupid eyebrows.

"It is quite a shame. You want me to break a curse on you when I didn't place one on you?" "Excuse me? I'm confused. You didn't have a curse on me?" Tristan questioned. "Yes," she replied. "You didn't place a curse on me? Does that mean I am no longer hated?" He asked. "No," she replied curtly. "No, I am no longer hated or no I am still hated, which is it?" He asked for clarification. "You are still hated by your pack members and still known as the worst werewolf alive," she answered him. The skin between Tristan brows creased in confusion. "What do you mean moon goddess? You said you didn't place a curse on me yet I am hated? How? Do you mind explaining to me?"

I buried my face in my hands and the metal scent of blood made me gag. What have I done? She was never supposed to see that side of me. Never. But she had. And now she’d never look at me the same way again. The curse. That damn curse. I had lived with it for so long, it had become second nature. But tonight? Tonight it reminded me that it owned me. I leaned my head back against the wall, blinking water out of my eyes. I was cursed by the Moon Goddess herself.

Watching her leave in high spirits, I felt a weight lift from my heart. The moment she had gifted me the bottle, I'd asked my best friend to pass it along to the neighbors. Their son, Derrick, had XYY syndrome and was notorious for his cruelty—tormenting stray cats and, more recently, attempting to assault a little girl. His mother, equally unreasonable and vicious, had made herself a terror in the neighborhood. Most people avoided them at all costs. When I offered the bottle to them, they were only too happy to accept it. Though Derrick was already an adult, his mental development had frozen at age five, and he still used baby bottles to drink water.

Helena cursed. "We were so close at finally punishing that bastard Xavier. I would've killed him if he agreed to take the punished. Cursed those stupid rules, him still being alive shows us how weak we are. We now have two abomination walking free among our midst." Cortez slammed his hand smashing the table into two.

His words were contained with conviction, and I believed him "I'm a cursed wolf, my power is like a double-edged sword so extreme and powerful, yet wildly unpredictable. I can't control when I shifts, I always loose control and unleashing havoc on those around me. The memories of my past victims haunt me, every I closed my eyes,Every full moon, I'm consumed by a fury and always leave behind atrail of bloodshed." I said to him.

I asked as she stood in front of me. “It's Oxythrine-x, a gas free of oxygen but totally breathable to any creature,” she rambled. I knew she wanted to bore me with all her science stuff. I've known Iris since she was a girl and her obsession with the supernatural world and how it can be blended into science is what drives me to her. Her family had purchased St. Calliope's college alongside the De Compte's castle. My fondness for Iris had come in handy over the years. Especially when she used my blood to cure her Hemophagic Lymphohistiocytosis, known as HLH.

How could he let Hirre come alone? "You..." I was about to retort when the doctor's voice interrupted me. "Enough that! For this situation, you both need to be okay because Hirre is under the curse, a deadly curse." I was shocked as I heard Mr. Zahard's words. I saw from my peripheral vision that Severus was also worried about Hirre. "W-what do you mean?" Severus asked the witch doctor. "You both need to find Claire as soon as possible. This spell is too vicious and I can't fix it." Mr. Zahard replied and I felt uneasy because we, Severus quarrel.