Novel & Cerita Cursed Quote

I ran to my sister, holding her dead body, crying, rocking her back and forth. "Go into peace, Go into love, find our mother and live a torture-free life. I am so sorry I couldn't save you." I set her body on fire in that room so they could not use her for experiments. I stood over a shaking Thadeus. "I may be just a girl, but you are the devil himself, and the devil never wins." I raised my arm to snap his neck, but I felt a needle prick my arm. Darkness... Utter darkness.

I was trying to release my white power but I fucking couldn't! "Who owns you, Mia?" Lucifer asked. Mia was trembling as she shrugged. "K-Kash." Suddenly he kissed Mia again. Torrid! Damn it! "Now who owns you?" he asked after the fucking kiss. I stood as I postured myself. My body was burning in pain. Lucifer was seemingly stronger than me but I wouldn't give up without fighting. "K-Kash," Mia muttered. "Who owns you bitch?" he asked for the third time with his eyes gripping in anger.

Kenny sat down, crossed his legs, and lit a big cigar. “My gift to you is number one, a beating you will remember for the rest of your life or number two, a more merciful option, you grovel at my feet begging me for mercy while you refer to me as your lord,” uttered Kenny as he blew the smoke from his cigar at Luke’s face. Luke was terrified, shook to the core, but his pride did not let him loose face. “no way I’m going to grovel at a rat’s feet. Do the very worst you can, you inferior specimen,” Luke said firmly, concealing his fear perfectly.

A curse. My mind raced. My breath quickened. Lucian was cursed. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move.

Now, it would take more than telling everyone the truth about Elijah and Caleb, to regain their trust and loyalty. "Are you there, Zeta?" Cyrus checked if I was still hearing him through the mindlink. "Yes, I am." I answered curtly. I needed to prove to them that I wasn't cursed. But there was nothing I would be able to do that if even I still find it hard to believe that I wasn't cursed. "So if there's no curse mysteriously killing the wolves I courted in the past, why and how had they all died?" I asked no one in particular.

I’m so used to everyone in my pack knowing, I almost slipped. “I’m sorry I know it’s frustrating and confusing to you, but don’t let it get you down. Everything will work out. I don’t know what has made you question everything, but I imagine my life in a coven is similar to yours in a wolf pack.” “What do you mean?”

Maybe my pain and anger could do something. I sat up suddenly, my hands trembling with fury, repeating the words through gritted teeth. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die. I curse them all.” The room felt charged, like the air around me had thickened, but I didn’t know if it was just the intensity of my emotions or something else entirely. Could I really curse them? Could my pain, my rage, actually do something to stop this? I repeated it again, louder this time, as if willing the universe to hear me. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die.”

“Do you know who I am? Do you know what I’ve been through? Do you know what has been happening to me? Don't you dare lie to me. Speak the truth and tell me exactly what I need to know. I am not here to play games with you. I have been through so much and my life and that of my baby is on the line. This is the worst time to joke with me as a person. I repeat one more time do not joke with me because I am dead serious about this. I need to know exactly where I stand. Am I cursed or not?” “why would I joke about this, milady? Ask about me, ask around in the Southern realm, I am known for my integrity and my ability to cure people of incurable diseases. When I tell you that it is what it is, you

“Elena, dear, do you know what curses usually do? They weaken everything around them. They rot foundations and destroy strength. Isn’t that fitting?” There was a tense silence, almost as if they were all waiting for her to crumble. She set down her fork gently, lifted her eyes and met Nyla’s own with a steady and calm look of defiance. “You’re right,” she said in a smooth voice. “Curses do indeed weaken houses. That’s why they say envy is the oldest curse of all, especially when it's coming from someone who's supposed to be a role model in the house.” There was a stunned silence, and everyone paused at the shocking comeback. Nyla’s smile vanished immediately, and her mischievous composure cr

“Anyone who kills a hellhound is marked… for death.” I blinked at him without a word, like my mind was trying and failing to process English. “Marked for death. Maldito? ¿En serio?” I muttered under my breath. Kaima looked at me, worry covering her beautiful face. “What’s that?” “It means cursed,” Nathan replied before I could. Kaima looked at me, her voice small. “Do you know about the curse?” “I’ve heard of it,” I said, not meeting her gaze. “My grandmother once told me the story of the hellhound curse, but I thought it was just one of her many stories. I had no idea it was real.”