Cursed Poetry Novels & Stories

I can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.

Arriving unto that certain place where the curse is looming from within. “A curse that will put you into the deeper sanction of your darkest fear and inevitable death. A poem created to inflict pain and suffering for those who come across with it and will bring death unto the foolish ones who will lead it out loud. Just how cunning the God who wrote this world and book, for cursing it for real this time.”

I was lost to the world above, swallowed by the sea, forever part of its dark, quiet depths. Where the moon meets the shadow, secrets lie beneath the willow. Find the path where wolves once danced, the key to freedom in your hands. A cough. The willow tree at the top of the cliff, before I had a great fall… Born of shadows, the child was torn. A breath denied, her soul reborn. Blessings of old, now turned to ash A cursed resurrection, a haunting’s flash. A kick. I am the end that has no beginning,

Zu asche verfall’ diu swarze kraft, Zerstaubet al ir dunkeli saft. Mit reinen herzen, sêle klar, Ich bannen dich, sô was ez war. Translation: By moon and mark, by blood and flame, I call the fire, I speak the name. From prophet’s line and wolf’s own howl, I break the curse, undo the foul. By sacred bone and spirit thread, No shadow lives where light is spread. Ash to ash and night to dust, Return the dark to rot and rust. With heart made pure and soul alight,

He growled. Seriously? That was it? Like, I was the monster here. “It's actually 'who are you?'” I snapped. “You were educated, were you not? Why don't you act like it?” He frowned slightly and slowly began to pace back and forth along the little space before me, but keeping his eyes on me all the time. “This has never happened before.” He muttered. “I've always lived with this curse, burning whoever I laid hands on. Why won't you burn? What rune are you using to protect your body?”

Curiously, I took the letter from his hands and my brows furrowed in confusion. The Curse of the Broken Oath In shadows deep where oaths were torn, Beneath the fang and forest born, A wound was carved in sacred land, By traitor's blood and vengeful hand. The trees remember, roots still weep, As cursed winds through soil creep. The howls shall twist, the hearts shall turn, Until the fire of fate does burn. Madness shall bloom in loyal veins, The harvest rich with ancient chains. And when the star-child wakes in light,

I'll die a sad and lonely wolf and all because my father thinks keeping me locked up like this is protecting me. I know you'll probably ask why I don't just go outside without Siri noticing but believe me, I've tried. The cottage is fortified with some sort of magic or enchantment, anyone can just walk in and out, anyone except me. Each time I try to walk out that door, I become enveloped by excruciating pain and it almost feels like I'm engulfed in fire, the flames blazing at my skin piece by piece.

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.

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.