Romans & histoires Cursed Poetry

Gilda’s expression shifted “ No… no. This cannot be. This can’t be happening. We must do something.” Her voice trembling with power “ Do you hear me Moon goddess? She is the Cursed one! She will always remain the cursed one! None of you’re precious plans will be fulfilled!” The last word thundered through the cavern, and the response came instantly. A blinding white light burst through the orb, flooding every corner of the cave. The runes on the walls flared, then shattered, sending shards of light through the air. The ground shook violently, dust falling like rain. “Aunt Gilda!” Melody screamed, shielding her face.

Damn it! Suddenly, the carvings on the coffin began to glow up in a faint red colour. They were writings of a language... "Ze tchse hea goh tuoah." She mumbled the writings out loud and tilted her head in thought. Where had she... Wasn't this in History? As she was lost in thought, the coffin began to illuminate bright red lights from the edges as the cave began to shake lightly. She was shaken out of her thoughts and her vision zeroed on the lit up coffin. Okay... What was happening?

Both humanity and the supernatural world were already being plagued by her very breath and this was her curse. This is the burden she has to bear. And she would not rest until she has gotten rid of the curse that plagues the world. She would not relent until the very breath of the being that plagues the Earth is ceased. She would not rest until she ceases to exist. She would definitely find a way. She was determined and she would make sure it happens at all cost. ><><><><>~♥♥~<><><><><

As he prayed, the sky seemed to rage with loud thunder and lightning. "For you my lord!" Words came out of Gregorio's mouth as he offered a painting to the statue of satan in which the body of his new victim, Daisy, was imprisoned. A frightening growl could be heard inside his room as if he was overjoyed at what the artist had done. Scary growls seemed to be coming from underground. "I am pleased to adore you, my lord, this is my offering for eternal life. Ha! Ha! Ha!" He said and he laughed out loud a sign of his success.

Dear my darling daughter, I knew you would turn seventeen today, as you're reading this letter, I'm sorry, I'm no longer be with you, but I still miss and love you and your mother, always and forever. It also means I have failed to protect you, and I'm terribly sorry to place an awful burden on your shoulders. But Vivienne dear, by now I'm sure you have discovered who you are. Your existence is meant to unleash a stirring prophecy of the Underworld. My daughter, you're not an ordinary girl. No matter what the future turns out to be, the destiny is yours. May the goodness of your heart help you against all odds. Yours for eternity,

Why are you here? Shouldn't you be reading some other story instead? I mean, who wants to hear about some cursed woman that is responsible for the death of her entire pack? Women, children, warriors. The Alpha and Luna. So many innocents died that night because of me you know..... turn away before it's too late. Please. You're.... still here? What do you mean you don't believe in my curse?! ........ listen, sir or ma'am or....... person? It doesn't matter who or what you are, this will find you and hurt you. So go before I hurt someone else. A stranger no less..

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

“Two packs existed to be the most powerful pack of our kind, the alvuelas and the crescent pack.” “Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole pr

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.