Cursed Letters Novels & Stories

" Just as His Majesty is surprised, so am I. After you had left, I had to battle through a lot to save her life. The poison was over reacting with her blood, and not just that... I discovered she was having the feelings about the war. Her body was burning like she was having a serious fever. I tried every thing to calm her down but... I couldn't. Then some thing about her surprised me. She woke up, walking to the Book. " " To do what? " " I don't know, until she flipped the pages to this place. " He said, showing the page to him. " This isn't Greek. " Said Kaden. " Yes, it's Latin. One of the language spoken mostly by the ancient Reverends said to be the 1700 cult leaders. They say the words

The runes steadied, a brief and beautiful clarity, the prophecy yielding its secrets if only for a moment. "The curse born of betrayal, sealed in blood and bone," he read quickly, the words tumbling out like a long-buried confession. The runes flickered, and he pressed on, desperate to hold on to the meaning. "Can only be broken when—" Then nothing. The symbols danced back into chaos, and the final answers slipped through their fingers like ash. Lucas's frustration exploded, a kinetic force that rattled the table and their resolve. "Damn it," he cursed, slamming his fist down hard. The scroll rolled shut, mocking them with its silence.

"Alaric." But what made Siron's blood freeze was the illustration on the next page: Alaric lay in a coffin, but black tendrils grew from his chest, spreading and choking the people around him. And in the corner of the image, there was a symbol, identical to the one on Siron's wrist. "The curse wasn't just a curse," Kit said, his eyes scanning the text. "I... I don't fully understand this language, but there are the words 'verschmelzung', fusion. And 'seele', soul."

I asked my head still on his chest as I wondered if his heart will give up more than what his mouth was will to. What could've stopped a proud alpha like him from doing what he wanted to do? “I'm cursed.” He blurted out. For the beat of one to three, I didn't react until his two-word reply sank in. “Sorry, what?” I asked my head snapping up. This has to be some sick joke because how could he cursed? “Yes, I am.” “But… but… how can you be cursed?” I stammered. “You're the Alpha.” “Yes I am. But there's no where it is written that an Alpha can't get cursed.”

As the Ancestral Talisman Master said, one with a high understanding of Curse Magic could easily kill an enemy regardless of whether they were separated by time or space. Curse Magic could destroy an entire world instantly. It was not an exaggeration. James sat on a cliff in a lotus position on the back mountain of the Rune Land. Several mysterious inscriptions surrounded him. The inscriptions were black and exuded a black glow. The black inscriptions were made up of some black mist. The shape of the inscriptions was very strange. It seemed like random scribbles that were constantly changing every moment. James found it very bizarre. “This is the fundamental Curse Inscriptions.

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

“It will never be enough.” Because this time… My beast wasn’t starving for blood. It was starving for Alia. And giving in would destroy her. I sank to my knees, fingers digging into the ground. “Gods…” I whispered, trembling. “Whyyy.I can’t go near her. If I do—I’ll kill her.” My entire body shuddered with the force of desire and terror. “I can’t touch her,” I whispered again. “And I can’t stay away.” The curse had awakened. And it was hungry. It wanted only one thing. Her.

Before I can open my mouth to say a word, he is halfway through the door. I huff and return my attention to the book. I don't know if I thought I will be able to understand them better or that I expect a miracle to happen but the words still look the same to me. Meaningless jargons jumbled together. I bite my cheek, flipping through the pages until I end up on the final page. Words are scrawled on the lower end and surprisingly I can read them. ‘A cursed union doomed from the very start.’ I freeze, chills crawling down my spine as soon as the words register in my mind. What does that mean?

"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?"

I growled, indicating I didn't want to hear it, he was the last person I wanted to hear about. "It's serious," Jensen's eyes were very serious. "Tell me," I said, and his lips began to move. "The Crescent North Alpha is cursed!" I blinked, my gaze steadying on Jensen. "What do you mean?" I asked, pulling away from my horse. I have never heard such implausible words before. "The news has gone around North Central. I don't know how valid it is yet, but it seems the whole pack is cursed as well." I listened to Jensen until he was done.