Cursed Letters Novels & Stories

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

"WAIT, GUYS. WHAT DOES 'cursed' even mean?" asked Ruthie. "Maybe it isn't so bad." Zander looked at me. I was starting to feel anxious. My sethian acquaintances included Conrad, Zander and his brother - and the Collector in a roundabout way. I had a pretty good idea who in that group might belong to the cursed category. "I don't know," I said. "Maybe." "Well, if we get to vote, I vote that Zander's jerk face brother is cursed," said Ruthie.

I am writing this letter so I can inform you that I’ll be waiting inside with the teacher. Ps: Tell your family that I wish them a cheerful holiday. Best regards, August, I finished reading the letter and examined the circled and capitalized words. I was able to understand the cryptic letter since Raverine had studied its structure and codes already. The “May” was intentionally capitalized but that doesn’t mean that the letter was written in May. Rather…

Remembering made me shudder. He gave me a sharp look. "You heard them? Felt them?" "I - Yes, I think so." I stepped closer to him, suddenly afraid. I knew nothing about where I was. Leo placed his hands on my bare arms. "Those are the Cursed. They are creatures who turned their backs on Polonias and the goodness of the magic in the land. They are like the demons of your world. Some are desperate for a way out of the darkness, while others seek to pull unsuspecting travelers in. They are the cause of the Sickness." He shook his head. "Did you understand them?"

Remember, time is running out. At the end of the letter, there is no signature. The only thing there is just a symbol that’s drawn at the bottom of the page: a red serpent curled around a crescent moon. I stare at the first four words of the letter for a long moment. My dearest dark sister.

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.

Yuri opened the notebook to a blank page and wrote some words on it. “You use four Hebrew letters.” Yuri removed her hand from the notebook, and everyone saw some words written on the page which didn’t even remotely make sense. “Yodh he waw he. These are the ‘four holy letters’ written in Hebrew that symbolises God, the Tetragrammaton.” She tapped the end of the pen onto the page itself. “And if you put it into the alphabet…” “Y H W H.” Ren answered for Yuri, and the girl nodded.

However, those were only her thoughts. "Cursed wolves should hide from others, especially from royal wolves. From ranks such as Alpha, beta, theta, delta, and gamma. Cursed wolves are cursed at birth, which means that even if they wish to, they can't erase the curse. However, if they want to, they can seek the assistance of witches in order to betray the eyes of others by bewitching their marks. But it will not be long before everyone knows about it. So when their wolves return, they will come out as wild and dangerous." Jennifer did not continue reading over the halfway point. She was unable to pull her gaze away from the book and asked,

Roman is looking at me with that watchful gaze again but this time it’s different. “Was that supposed to happen?” My breaths come out in short quick successions. “No.” “I figured.” “This isn’t going to be as easy as I thought.” “Why is that?” I ask as I button up my shirt. We’re not going to try again, right? I don’t want to feel that again. “There are five levels of curses. Beginner, intermediate, advanced, Expert and Unique.” Roman explains. “Beginner is simple, like making someone have rashes or jinxing their day. The difficulty increases the further we go up.”

Kenny sat down, crossed his legs, and lit a big cigar. “My gift to you is number one, a beating you will remember for the rest of your life or number two, a more merciful option, you grovel at my feet begging me for mercy while you refer to me as your lord,” uttered Kenny as he blew the smoke from his cigar at Luke’s face. Luke was terrified, shook to the core, but his pride did not let him loose face. “no way I’m going to grovel at a rat’s feet. Do the very worst you can, you inferior specimen,” Luke said firmly, concealing his fear perfectly.