Cursed Poems Novels & Stories

My sclera are fogged with the dead, bleeding souls of my raven boys, don’t touch the gale of my lungs, for I breathe out ruin and rue. Hold me if you want beasts to devour maidens if you want mountains to quiver like breasts and avalanches to crush, my death blow rips through hearth and home, I am thunderheads, I am hurricanes, never touch your doom, don’t look at the banshee as I clean your death robes, for I gnash, and I devour, and I suck men dry – don’t love the diseased, madwomen are witches. We are not meant for shadowlight kisses, curses

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

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.

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

My eyes immediately widened and I looked back at the man who was choking me now. 'Tell me… w-when I die, will his curse disappear?' “E-EL… please, whatever you're thinking, don't continue lit. Laurier will not be happy with that. ” Lavisha's difficult said. But it just went into my other ear and came out. 'Tell me, will he be free from the curse he fears?' I can look into his glaring eyes. At the same time, I was coughing up blood because I just felt like I had a stab wound in my right side.

Not even when her gran told that all good men had died with her beloved husband…not even when all the girls in village gossiped…never! The moment her boots stumbled, her head jerking as she balanced herself, stopping the painful fall she was about to have. Her face would have hit the snow. She remembered this pathway, seeing the daffodils and daisies sprouting in her mind, the scene now turned into a manifestation of the great terrible winter as they laid buried under layers of snow. Just across the frozen lake where she would still find holes from where her father fished last week. They were still feeding on the hoard of fish they had hunted from here. Hopefully, it will last another day or

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

I wanted to throw up, both from exhaustion and the fear that started to take root in the pits of my being. “I am trespassing too!” I spit out without thinking, stumping on the ground with my bare feet as if I was desecrating something holy. “Punish me instead! Kill me!” Yes! Please kill me before they lay their hands on me and my life ends at the hands of men and their greed! The stranger seems to pick on my distress and I can tense the way they tense as they cast another troubled look in my direction.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."