Cursed Person Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

Before I could react further, Jess grabbed a chair and struck me, knocking me unconscious. It was only after my death that I learned the full truth. They had always been a family—Jess, James, and his mother. Jess was never just his sister; she had been brought into the family as his betrothed, their "child bride," chosen by my mother-in-law long ago. I, and later my son, had merely been sacrifices to their shared ambition, pawns in their grand plan. The hatred that surged in me at that memory was relentless, uncontainable.

Her form turned to black smoke, her essence stripped into nothing but only two fragments: One: a spark of lightening, too small to light anything but too powerful to be extinguished. Two: A soul, bound and chained sealed for use. And then the child spoke the final line. “Laura. You will be wolfless. You will not receive our parents love. You will be alone. Your mate will leave you. And I will make sure you don’t live to fulfill your role in the prophecy.” The orb burned. “You will be hated by all those who love you now.” The child held up the photo of a girl her age. Silver hair and brown eyes. Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

If anything happened to him… I drew myself out of my melancholy thoughts and cleared my throat again before continuing. “In many cultures, nature itself is deemed to have a soul, and so could be cursed – but why a witch would curse a place, other than to hurt those who inhabit it, is a question which nobody seems able to answer. It seems that the common denominator here is always a person, or persons, and that is why the argument that only a person can be cursed is still the leading theory in all academic study of curses.”

I'd hardly call it a meaningful friendship, she knows that as well as I do. 'Well, whatever she is to you, what will she have done to Addi?' ' If they've got to him first, he would have been collected.' ' Collected? ' I echoed. 'I heard Juliette say that. What is it?' 'It's what we do,' he said, walking back to the table and picking up the glass. 'We collect the cursed. People like you. People who can see our world.' 'I'm cursed?' I said. 'Do you feel blessed?' he replied, glancing at me, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

“Born as a son of a concubine he will surely suffer the cause of it as I lay my plan to make him the cursed child. With a nightmare of his reality, I can easily manipulate his mind. Send him to a place where he is destined to meet her, from the bond that will connect his fate to the other and towards her, which all humans call, ‘love’.” Disgusted by the word and its very meaning it. Where his mind reaches for that word as the cursed thing God ever gifted, and he deems it as the most stupid thing from everything for making anyone weak because of it. They contradict in that aspect as Gennevier dearly treasure that emotion, as he curses it in return, yet both of them have it in a twisted way to

And it was this never-ending cycle of monstrosity. That’s the reason I said I was a horrible person. A traitor, a manipulator, the creator of the Curse that would forever haunt my people. It was the curse of everlasting darkness that would shroud their lives with just as much pain and sorrow and despair that they caused me when I lost Matthew that day.

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.”

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?"

It is the second day I am waking up in the prison meant for rogues and forbidden pack members in the Blood pack, I don't have any joy that I have slept in here for the past 2 whole days but I don't have any choice either, I have only one choice-lay lifeless and hopeless here waiting for my trial that is it. I just lay on the concrete floor more saddened, as though my disjointed personality engraved my mind. Why will anyone think I am a witch or perhaps a special breed of a werewolf but honestly I don't see anything about me that portrays me being a special breed. The only that my personality portrayal is cursed. Yes! I said it, I am cursed and I don't have a fortune teller to decipher this t