Cursed Poetry นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

Only members of the High Bloodline had access to, only those who had lost something precious they loved in war were permitted to read the Codexes of What-Should-Not-Be, the forbidden texts that detailed curses and magics too dangerous for common knowledge. I qualified on both counts, and the wards recognized my right to enter. The further I read, pushing deeper into the most forbidden sections, the more disturbing patterns began to repeat across different texts from different eras and different cultures: One phrase kept surfacing across different texts in different languages, translated dozens of ways but always meaning essentially the same thing: "Wounds without cause are the loudest calls

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

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?"

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

Luci commented from over Ariella's shoulder, and Ariella shivered in agreement. "What does this mean?" she pointed to a few lines of verse. Besides her scientific research findings and philosophical musings, Francis was known for writing poetry. The script was a reprint of handwritten words, flowing in a neat scroll. When the Moon turns to blood Night shall be free Cursed forever are the souls bound to me Mortal souls shall die engulfed by Night Forever to roam beyond mortal sight "Who the heck knows. Aren't you the poetic one who can read between the lines?" Luci raised her eyebrows and gave Ariella a pointed look.

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.